Insidious Possession (2026) Movie Script
Carly.
You're working on your latest art project again, I see?
I hope I don't get nightmares because of it.
What are we going to do with you?
I'm just surprised, I mean.
Your grades have really been slipping lately.
To be honest,
I'm a bit disappointed in you, Carly.
Colleen.
Gabby.
Renee.
Diane.
Colleen.
Hang up the phone.
I'm trying to talk to you.
What's so funny, Miss DeLuca?
You.
Me?
Funny?
I'll tell you what's funny, Carly.
An eighteen-year-old top student and athlete,
who keeps failing to hand in assignments.
Who stops going to practice,
and picks fights with classmates and teachers.
Listen...
I know you might think I'm a lot older,
but believe me, I've been in your shoes too.
I've been teaching for a long time.
I know what a kid with problems at home looks like.
Something has happened.
You don't have to protect anyone.
Not here.
You can talk to me about anything.
There are no secrets between us, Carly.
Some secrets I already know about, Mr. Morgan.
Well, in my experience, teenage girls have
all kinds of secrets, don't they?
Tell me your secrets, Carly.
Ask anyone. I know how to keep my mouth shut.
I can keep your secrets to myself too.
I can't.
What is this?
How do I stop this?
How did you...
How did you get this... This isn't real.
How do I turn this damn thing off?
Nice try.
What?
You have nothing.
Nothing!
It'll just be my word against yours.
I've been here for 13 years.
This AI crap isn't going to work anymore, got it?
You need help.
And I'll find it for you.
What are you doing?
The only way out is through this.
You're sick.
Do you hear me?
You're sick.
I have a family.
I have a little daughter.
But you can't... It's not what it looks like.
You can't just do this.
I know everything about your little girl.
I posted all your videos 15 minutes ago.
Damn it.
Damn it!
I'm going to kill you.
No, no, no, no, no.
Open the door! Open the damn door!
She's strong.
She's exhausted.
I prayed for you.
For all three of you.
Thank you, Charlotte.
May I sit down?
Mr. Morgan was a disgusting guy.
Everyone knew.
Even at school they knew. Everyone.
I keep seeing it in front of my eyes.
I can't stop thinking about it.
Once I saw a dog run over by a
car.
I was five years old.
It probably marked me for the rest of my life in ways
that I don't even realize yet.
Is that supposed to make me feel better?
No.
Sorry, I'm not good at this. Um...
Have you slept at all?
No.
Did the police talk to you?
Last night.
What did they ask?
Everything.
I was the last one to see him.
They think I'm the one who posted
the videos.
Did you post them?
I hope you won't mind,
but I called Bishop Colby this morning.
Why would I do that?
He helped Ryan get through
a really hard time when he was at St.
Thomas.
We agreed on a visit to a real
psychologist.
Okay.
Listen, it doesn't have to be a religious
intervention.
There's a priest at the seminary with a master's in
psychology.
He runs a support program in town.
Father Finnegan.
He's a good man.
We'll certainly think about it.
What?
I just think that, you know,
I'd feel a lot less pressured if I could talk
to someone like a classic psychologist.
Great.
Do you know who posted the videos?
They were sent anonymously.
Everyone's saying you posted the videos
and that's why Mr. Morgan killed himself.
I think, if you did, that's great.
That man is a pig and a sexual predator. I hope you really did post them.
You really hope so?
Yeah.
What's that supposed to mean?
You weren't in the videos.
Of course not.
Mr. Morgan?
That's disgusting.
You weren't in the videos I posted.
I don't understand.
I was the one who posted the videos.
But not all of them.
That's great news.
You should go...
Sit down.
Well, you should have come to me.
Together we could bring him to his knees.
Why?
Because I'm your best friend.
With something like this,
you don't just go charging in alone.
Colleen didn't have anyone to talk to.
Neither did Gabby.
Renee.
We were all victims.
But you never said anything.
I didn't know about all of them.
You knew, and you did nothing.
I was so scared.
I didn't know how to stop it.
How many girls, Diane?
Three?
Six?
-Twenty-six?
-No, Carly, stop it.
I think I have to leave now.
I know what you and Mr. Morgan were doing
-behind the bleachers, Diane.
-Stop it.
Hey!
I know you were recruiting those girls for him.
Let me go!
I know he said you're his favorite.
And you were willing to please him.
I know you're the one responsible.
What's wrong with you?
Are you ready to atone for your sins?
-Carly!
-Oh, my God!
Carly!
-Father.
-Hey.
Good to have you join me.
Yeah.
It's really cold in the air this morning.
Yeah.
Please, sit with me.
Thank you.
Father Choi told me you're thinking about
leaving.
Well, I'm still thinking about it.
Hm.
Georgia...
It really shook you up, didn't it?
Maybe.
When I was a child, I thought I heard
the voice of an angel.
Hm.
It led me to the church.
I don't hear that voice anymore.
Not every battle ends in victory.
Sometimes we have to lose some battles so that we
can solve the problem
from a different angle.
Are you trying to talk me out of leaving?
I'm asking you to try looking at it from a
different angle.
I don't know.
I know a family that needs help.
I know a woman who arranged all of this.
I've already spoken with the father,
and it's clear they're not looking for a priest...
but someone like you.
They don't know me.
She knows what she needs.
His daughter is sick.
Wild. Withdrawn into herself.
Besides the teacher's suicide,
there was also a terrible accident in which her close friend was involved.
The girl witnessed both events.
Oh, Bishop. This...
Sounds like a case of trauma.
And her mother would agree.
But the father is deeply religious
and he asked me for help.
Did you tell him about your qualifications?
Of course.
He knows about your support program
and your excellent work with young people in crisis.
Michael...
Maybe you're right. Maybe this life isn't for you.
But your calling is to help people.
And this father is standing in front of you
asking for help for his daughter.
And if I go... and we find out that his daughter
needs a psychiatrist, not a priest...
then we'll tell them that too.
Then let them decide for themselves what they want to do.
Do you think there's something more?
What worries me
is that he mentioned something about his daughter's voice
and a change in her character.
It's not a mood swing. Something...
much more fundamental.
One thing is certain.
Both parents are very afraid of their own child.
We really appreciate you taking the time
and seeing us, Father.
My pleasure.
I've prepared plenty, please help yourselves.
Wow.
You really didn't have to prepare all this.
Salt?
No, thank you.
We really appreciate you coming.
But...
Carly needs a doctor.
Right.
We're trying to arrange
an urgent psychiatric evaluation.
But unfortunately, insurance won't cover it
unless we have a referral from her personal doctor.
She can't see us until Thursday.
So we'll go then.
Hm.
I think that's the right decision.
My help can't replace
a psychiatric evaluation.
I just want to help your family and...
I can't replace science.
Good.
Then we understand each other.
Tell me what happened.
At first... she...
started drifting away from us.
You know...
Yes, at first we thought it was just teenage whims.
Hm...
Then we went into her room
and found a book about the occult.
Books about satanic rituals.
Father, I swear we have no idea
how she got hold of these things.
All that tells us is
that she likes reading about the occult.
It tells us she was looking for answers.
Then she started swinging in her moods.
She threw up everywhere.
She simply wasn't herself anymore.
Well...
She never lashed out at us like this before.
Now it's happening almost every day.
That's when she became violent.
Violent?
Not to the point where we couldn't trust her.
Everything you tell us here
stays between us. Okay?
I'm here to help, not to judge.
Go on.
That's why we need a doctor.
When? When did she become physically violent?
Listen...
Teenagers sometimes rebel. I mean...
I don't want to downplay it. It's just...
I think we're downplaying it when we say she "rebelled."
She attacked us. She attacked us.
Right. We don't know what was going through her head back then...
-Mel...
-...at the time.
Look, I'm not going to judge my daughter based on
a few outbursts when she was clearly in distress.
Right. Yes.
What happened with her friend Diane, then?
Well...
They had a falling out.
When?
Well...
Before Diane
ran into the road.
Hmm...
She was completely out of her mind.
The car didn't even have time to stop.
When we ran outside,
Carly just... smiled.
Dad, she's just not the same anymore.
You know?
And...
I really miss my little girl.
Yes.
Can I talk to her?
Alone?
No. I don't think that would be a good idea.
The last few weeks have been very hard for her,
and she'd feel like you're judging her.
No. No.
No notes and no agenda.
Just a conversation.
No, no, no. Right now she doesn't feel comfortable around strangers...
-Mel.\N-...for now.
Miss DeLuca...
As soon as she asks me to leave, I'll go.
Okay?
Alright.
I'll...
I'll be right outside.
You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to.
I'm not here
to tell you how you should feel
or what you should believe
or why any of this happened.
Honestly, I don't even know why I'm here.
Your father called me.
I agreed, and now I'm sitting in your living room
eating deviled eggs.
By the way, they're very good.
How are you sleeping?
Fine.
Mom says you're not eating very much.
I shouldn't believe her.
Your mom loves you, Carly.
Listen...
Can we talk about what happened with Mr. Morgan?
With Diane?
No.
Okay.
You lost someone.
We all lose people.
Recently.
You blame yourself.
Is that what this is about, Carly?
You blame yourself?
You think...
that if you had done your job better...
we'd still be here.
Where did you hear that?
Let me tell you something, Father.
She'd still be alive if you had done your job better.
Do you really think that?
You pray, but no one answers you.
You haven't felt anything for a long time.
Not since you were a little boy.
Right, I...
I think it's time we called your parents.
You don't deserve an answer.
That's why you came here.
Not because Bishop Colby asked you to.
You came here...
because you hope...
that I'm real.
Carly, what did you do?
No!
Stop!
What did you do to her?
Stop! Stop!
Get out of my house.
Fine.
Melissa, she just attacked him.
Go.
It's okay. It's okay.
Get out of my house.
I'm going... I'm going.
I'm going.
Sweetheart, it's all right.
It's okay, Carly.
And you blessed the salt.
Did she see that?
That I blessed it?
I don't know.
It's all in my report.
How do you think she found out about Georgia?
About the suicide?
The case was in the media.
Newspapers, the internet.
If she wanted to, she could find it in two minutes.
Alan DeLuca called me this morning.
Well...
Bishop, I'm no longer welcome in their home.
Alan wants you to come back.
Carly needs... a psychiatric evaluation.
Whatever I've seen, I... I'm not qualified for this.
Please, go back and see them again, Michael.
Please.
What do you think it is?
Some kind of malevolent spirit.
I wouldn't know what to look for,
if it were a real possession.
I have a doctorate in social work.
I know. I know.
But I'm putting together a team that knows about this.
Monsignor Afinacci is coming from the Vatican.
They've called him to come here.
He's bringing his own team with him.
They'll take care of all the spiritual matters.
You have to take care of the girl.
When?
Soon. We're expecting him any day now.
So you need to go back there one more time,
just until they arrive.
One more thing.
The monsignor told me that every day,
as the demon grows stronger, the host's body weakens.
Right.
Sorry, do you want me there when it happens?
No. You need to be there so that it doesn't happen.
Michael, you have to help her stay strong.
Encourage her to fight back.
Okay. And how long before...
According to the Vatican records, it can take only
seven days, maybe two weeks, but she's still a child.
Three days have already passed.
That's right.
Michael, you have to help her stay strong.
My son, maybe this is your calling.
Hi, Charlotte.
Hi, Melissa.
I heard a commotion. Is everything all right?
What's going on with Carly? Is she okay?
Yes, she's fine.
I saw that the priest was here.
I'm glad you talked to him.
He really can work miracles.
It was Alan's idea.
I'm really sorry about the noise and everything that happened.
Carly is going through a difficult time.
We'll do everything we can to help her,
but right now we really need some privacy.
So...
Poor girl.
Maybe I can come in and help.
I'm sure a good home-cooked meal would do you both good,
and the Lord says we should love our neighbor as ourselves.
You'll call us if we need help, all right?
But I...
We really don't need your help right now.
I think you do.
You all need it.
Especially you... your child.
Excuse me.
I'll pray for you.
For all three of you.
God is good.
God is always good.
Father Finnegan says he's speaking on our behalf
with the bishop.
Alan, please.
I really think he can help us.
I've had enough of this talk about God.
What do I have to do to make you understand
that she needs a doctor, not a priest?
Talk about God?
What's happening to you?
Our daughter is suffering.
She needs help.
Honey? Honey?
Hey, Alan, bring some water.
Alan!
Alan...
My God.
Carly?
Carly, sweetheart?
Carly?
I know you're in there.
Show yourself!
Please...
Get out of me...
Coward!
It's...
No!
Please...
I don't want this.
I made a mistake.
It's too late for that now, Carly.
I helped you, now you're mine.
What are you doing?
No!
Stop!
What's yours...
is mine.
Carly! Carly, stop!
Sweetheart, it's all right.
It's all right.
Alan!
I'll be right back.
Hey.
Thank you for coming, Dad.
The paramedics say she's in a coma.
I'm so sorry.
For now she's stable.
They're still running tests.
Can I see her?
One more thing, Dad.
There were nails there.
Nails?
They came out of her mouth.
She went into the bathroom and talked to herself...
Melissa recorded something.
What's yours is mine.
Please tell me this isn't what I think it is.
Once more, please.
This is what you wanted.
This is Latin.
This is what you wanted.
Dark spirits speak Latin?
No, my son.
They don't speak.
This is something older.
Something completely different.
A demon.
And the more damage it does,
directly or indirectly, the stronger it becomes.
It seems it's already feeding on Carly.
It will continue and feed on her body
and spirit until it has completely taken over her body.
This is happening very quickly.
We may have two days, maybe less.
And what about the monsignor and his team?
Any moment now.
You...
Bishop, you said he'd come in a day.
Michael, please.
Go back to the hospital.
Be with her.
Talk to her parents.
Above all, make sure the girl stays conscious.
Whatever that means now.
Just until the monsignor arrives.
What if they don't get here in time?
Then we won't wait.
But first I need to know exactly
what we're dealing with.
I'm preparing something that will give us a reliable answer.
I...
Bishop, can we even do this?
If Carly DeLuca is possessed by a demon,
a real demon,
then there is only one way to save her life.
-Hi.
-Hi.
Has anything changed?
No.
The doctors haven't come by for hours, so...
At least she's resting.
She's in a coma, Mel.
Alan, I'm just trying to...
I know you don't believe in all this church stuff,
but can't you see what's happening?
What am I supposed to do?
We're in a hospital.
The doctors are doing everything they can.
I don't think that's enough.
What about you?
Do you know what Father Finnegan just told me?
Where is Father Finnegan?
Or Bishop Colby?
I can't see them.
Do you still think it's just a cold, Mel?
Do you think she's sick?
You have no idea what we're dealing with.
-And you do?
-No, but the Church does.
And what will the Church do?
I don't know.
I don't know.
I just want to help her.
I...
-Alan...
-I need some air.
Good afternoon.
I'm Carly DeLuca's mother.
She's a patient.
Yes, Melissa, her mother.
I'm calling to check whether any appointment slots have opened up.
My daughter needs an urgent psychiatric evaluation.
They told me to call, so...
Yes, I'll hold.
Mom?
Sweetheart?
Mom?
Yes, I'll call you back.
Sweetheart? Sweetheart?
Are you okay? Are you...
Should I call the doctor? Are you ...
Does anything hurt you?
Thank you.
For what?
I don't want Father Michael to come back.
The priest?
No, you promised.
No more priests.
No more church.
What secret, Carly?
What are you talking about?
Mom ...
You remember.
17 years ago, when you were so desperate
that you would tell anyone who would listen.
What are you trying to say?
I remember.
Carly, you're hurting me.
You filthy whore.
You're not my Carly.
And Alan isn't my father, is he?
Let me go!
Excuse me, Bishop.
Michael.
I'm just on my way to the hospital.
Holy water from the Basilica of Saint Peter.
If what we think is true,
it will burn the beast.
And Carly.
What if it doesn't burn her?
Then we'll pack up the chest and find another way.
I think we should wait for the monsignor to arrive.
I know. I think so too.
Let this be an assurance to the monsignor
that his journey was not in vain.
Michael, here are the rites written
in languages older than the gospel.
Rites of exorcism passed down the bloodline,
so the evil spirit passes from one family member to another.
What kind of fight would it require,
that the Word of the Lord
would be protected by such armor?
Bishop, I...
Michael, Carly needs a priest
who is willing to prove what she is made of.
You must start by getting the evidence we need.
Above all, my son,
persevere and don't back down.
Will you do this for me?
Yes.
Yes, Your Excellency.
Good. Now go.
Be with them and advise them,
stay by their side when they need you.
Sweetheart. Sweetheart, what's going on?
My God.
We need help!
Please, help!
Sweetheart, sweetheart...
We need a doctor!
Please, help!
Blood pressure and heart rate are climbing.
I need help over here.
Start the stopwatch.
How long has she been like this?
I don't know. What's going on?
She's having a seizure. Protect her head.
Make sure her airway stays clear.
What the hell is going on?
Srek, where have you been?
Four milligrams of lorazepam IV, now.
Doctor, what can we do?
Clear the room so we can work.
Please, right away.
No... Srek?
How much time is left on the stopwatch?
Almost ready, Doctor.
Carly!
Ma'am, please calm down. We're trying to...
Srek...
Carly!
Carly.
Dad?
Carly.
Stop it, Carly.
-Srek, no!
-Carly...
Carly, wait.
Wait. Carly.
Carly!
-Carly!
-Carly!
Now we're really going to have some fun, Carly.
Reception tried to block the exit, but
it was too late.
Is this a typical hospital escape, or is
something else going on?
The head nurse says she tried to
pull out her IV with her teeth,
then attacked the attending physician and two residents.
Drugs?
Thirty minutes ago she was in a coma.
Carly!
Wait, wait, wait!
Hold on.
Listen,
the more trouble they cause, the more violence,
the more blood they spill, the stronger it becomes
and the more firmly it takes hold of your daughter.
How do we get it out of her?
Bishop Colby is looking into it,
but it's dangerous.
This is the last option.
You need to know what we're planning.
This is an exorcism of a demon.
With an exorcism we save souls, not lives, right?
What we're going to do is different.
It's more dangerous, because we're trying to save both.
If it's necessary, we'll do whatever it takes.
Are you serious?
What?
Whatever it takes.
Just do it.
Find my damn daughter.
It can't be far.
I think she doesn't want to be here any more than we do.
But I'm not sure she's thinking clearly.
I think I see her.
No, I think I'm the one who sees her.
I don't like this.
Come on, let's stop playing games.
Let's go. We'll be back.
It's behind me, isn't it?
I... I...
I can't.
I can't... stop.
Wait...
Help me.
Please.
Wait... No, I can't.
I can't. I can't.
Carly?
Mommy?
-Sweetie?
-Careful. Don't get too close.
I'm losing myself, Mommy.
What do you think, sweetie?
That you're losing yourself?
Sweetie...
What do you think, sweetie?
I can't feel my body.
It's taking over me.
Melissa! No, no!
Carly...
I have to eat you, Mommy.
I have to devour all your sins.
I exorcise you, every evil spirit,
in the name of almighty God the Father!
In the name of almighty God the Father!
It burns!
Holy Spirit!
It's so cold.
Sweetie...
The demon has already consumed most of her body
and her soul.
We have less than 24 hours to save her,
and that's exactly what I'm going to do.
My little girl...
Just give me back my daughter.
Come back to us, Carly.
I think it's too dangerous now to move
her.
We don't want to expose her
to even more people she could attack.
I can do it now.
Look, Bishop, we have the proof we need, don't we?
Why can't I start the exorcism right now?
Not alone. Not yet.
My son, confession seems a bit late,
but in my youth I made a mistake,
for which the lives of innocents paid
because of my pride and impatience.
One wrong step
can bring everything down
or, worse: let the beast loose to roam
the world.
Your Excellency, of course you're right.
It's not about me, my son.
It's about the girl.
Keep your faith, Father.
For what comes next, we'll need everything
we have.
-I'm on my way.
-Good.
How is she?
Melissa says she's resting.
I'm so scared, Father.
For my family,
for Carly,
for myself.
I'm scared too.
-Really?
-Yes.
This clerical collar isn't a shield.
There are quite a few cracks in my armor.
I'm facing this for the first time too.
I'm worried.
I'm worried about your daughter.
I'm worried about you.
I'm worried about how this thing is reacting to
Melissa.
This is...
I... um...
Where is Melissa?
I don't know.
Melissa?
Carly?
Carly?
She should be resting.
We have to find Melissa.
Melissa?
Carly isn't in her room.
She isn't?
Carly.
Carly's not here anymore, you bitch.
Carly, let her go.
What are you doing?
Father, please help her.
Try calling him again.
Hello, you've reached Father Finnegan.
Please leave a message...
Monsignor, he's not answering.
He can't handle this alone.
The devil is too strong!
The girl will die,
and her soul will be lost forever.
Come on, Mom. Let's have a nice long sleep!
Hit her again.
Not so fast, Father.
Let me go!
Hit her again.
Let her go, unclean spirit!
Don't talk to them.
Talk to me.
Keep your words to yourself, priest...
or I'll tear them out of your mouth.
Liar.
You're pretending.
Coward.
Have you strayed from the path, priest?
Have you been talking with any angels lately?
Georgia says hello to you.
A big, powerful demon,
hiding inside a little girl.
I'm not hiding.
She invited me in herself.
Ask Melissa.
She knows.
Or I can tell them myself.
I'll expose your sins, Mother.
Carly, stop.
Invited?
Carly invited you?
She didn't know what she was asking for,
but she got what she wanted.
I invited my dark angel,
so he could punish them.
Look.
This won't work on me, priest.
This isn't for you, demon.
Carly.
Carly.
Good.
Look.
It's trembling. It's trembling.
It moves with every breath you take.
In and out.
The only voice you hear is mine.
No one else's.
Because you're so tired, Carly.
You're very tired.
You're getting sleepy.
Wait.
Tie her up well.
She's very hot.
Wow. She's burning up.
What's wrong?
Bishop Colby isn't answering.
I'm sure he's already on his way.
No.
He said he was coming more than an hour ago.
Sweetheart.
Father...
Help me.
Bishop Colby will be here soon.
He won't.
-Carly.
-We're here, sweetheart.
We're here.
He's dead.
Stop.
Father, please. Help her.
I'm calling 911.
No!
Father, help her.
You have to start the exorcism right away.
Stop this. Save her.
Father, we have to do this now.
I... I... I...
I need towels. And more salt.
I'll do it.
Okay.
Sweetheart.
It's okay.
It's okay. I've got you.
I've got you.
This is the last of the salt.
Okay. Now don't step outside the circle, all right?
Don't fall for his tricks.
He'll try to confuse you.
He'll use Carly to stop us.
Okay.
Are you ready?
I am.
In the name of the Father
and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
-I pronounce you a liar...
-Demon...
Unclean spirit!
You are cast out.
I cast you out!
-Mommy.
-Sweetheart.
I'm here.
No, no, no, no.
I cast you out, beast!
Leave this child of God in the name of the Lord!
Get out of here!
No!
-Alan, are you okay?
-Melissa.
Alan.
What if I cast you out first, Father?
They don't know what they're doing.
Foolish priest.
Did you really think you could exorcise me alone?
No.
A priest is never alone, demon.
Bishop, you're alive.
We thought you were dead.
Mr. and Mrs. DeLuca, Father Finnegan,
this is Monsignor Afinacci and Deacon
Williams.
They came from the Vatican.
It's getting worse.
Father, what are you going to do to her?
The relics are ready, Monsignor.
You dare to speak my name.
I won't abandon my daughter.
How long?
Six days.
The girl invited him?
That's what he told us.
He answered to his own name.
Only the Devil himself answers to that name.
What's in there?
Can we still save her?
Yes.
There is one rite.
A bloodline exorcism.
The spirit is transferred from the girl to a
blood relative.
Then we use the sword.
Yes. The demonology manual mentions it.
I've read...
You read it. I saw it.
Naples, 1987.
It worked...
but the host didn't survive.
Father...
Alan. He'll do it.
He already told me that...
Then we have to hurry.
Every moment we stand here, it grows stronger.
I'll lead the rite.
You help Father Finnegan.
You know the family.
Stay close to me.
I need this.
He's lying.
Take my name off your tongue, you vile beast.
For His Son shines His light even in this place.
We're not burning the girl's flesh,
but your stain, unclean spirit.
Michael, the sword.
This will buy us some time.
But it won't hold the demon for long.
My son, remember...
Of course we want to save the girl.
But we may have to kill the girl,
so the demon isn't released into the world
and sows chaos forever.
Father, no.
-Bishop, no, we're...
-Michael!
Right, then...
It has to work.
It has to work.
God bless you both.
But the next part will hurt,
so you two have to trust us.
We can only try this once.
So you do exactly what I say, and exactly when I say it.
Father, hold on.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit...
We cast you out!
Just magic tricks!
It's all just a performance, Bishop.
You priests always have the best costumes and props.
Deacon! Now!
Monsignor!
I cast you out, most unclean one...
Naples, 1987.
Poor family.
You saved the boy, but not his father.
I was there. I still remember the smell of fear.
Oh, Bishop Colby. It's been a long time.
Don't pretend you don't know me, priest.
All your sins are mine.
I still remember the smell of your fear, boy,
when you thought you could defy me and save that child...
I cast you out...
Give up, priest. This is too big a bite for you.
You couldn't wait, so I brought hell with me
and burned the church to the ground.
That poor girl never had a chance.
Poor Georgia.
Prince of lies!
You will never go home.
Sweetheart, Mom and Dad are here.
Sweetheart, we love you so much.
We're here, just like always.
Michael.
The monsignor was right.
It's not a demon. This... this is...
I could never save them all.
This world is mine!
Sweetheart!
You can still come home.
Sweetheart, we're here and we're waiting for you.
Remember...
Come into my arms. You can still...
Sweetheart, you can still come back to us.
Carly, you are stronger than this.
Come on! Fight!
Come back to us, sweetheart. We're here.
I'm waiting for you.
In the name of God, I cast you out.
Fight it!
-Fight it, sweetheart!
-Carly. Carly. Carly.
-Carly, fight it, sweetheart!
Look at us, sweetheart.
I love you. Can you see me?
Can you see me? I love you, sweetheart.
I'm right here, sweetheart.
I'm right here. I love you. I love you.
-Father, did it work?
-Did it work?
Carly is fighting for her life.
She's bought us some time.
My little girl.
My little girl.
Father, what's happening?
Don't touch her.
-What should we do?
-Pray for her.
I have to ask you something, Alan.
Go ahead and ask.
Is Carly your biological daughter?
-Why are you asking him that?
-Of course she is.
This is called bloodline exorcism.
I'll draw the demon out of Carly and into you.
I'll do it.
No. No, you can't. That's...
The rite requires the father's bloodline.
Of course I can. I'm her mother.
Melissa, we don't have time for this.
I'm the one who has to do it, right?
There's one more thing.
This is...
Saint Peter's sword.
This sword will send the demon back to hell,
where it belongs.
But...
Alan, I'll have to take your life for this.
No!
I have to pierce you straight through the heart.
No!
"And send you home..."
"Dad, no!"
This will be your reward. Alan, with this...
you'll save your daughter's life.
Let's do this.
No... No, Alan.
Whatever it takes.
Sorry. Father, begin the rite.
No, Alan.
Listen to me, enemy, unclean spirit.
I speak with the words and the power of the Son,
the only begotten Son, the Son of God.
You don't understand. This won't work.
I cast you out of this girl
and into her father,
her father, who claims her body and blood as his own.
Alan.
Do it again!
I have to tell you something.
What does that mean?
It means hell has come for us.
This is where my conquest of Earth begins.
Nothing can stop Satan's will.
Braggart! Blowhard!
Your time is running out.
If he could, he'd have killed us long ago.
The circle is still somehow holding him,
chained to Carly's body.
You can't keep me here.
With time, I only grow stronger.
Use me.
Use my blood to cast him out.
"I'll carry the devil."
"Melissa..."
You know what I'll have to do when he possesses you.
The rite requires the father's bloodline.
It may not work.
We have to try.
Alan, I'm sorry, but she isn't your daughter.
I forgive you. Okay? I forgive you.
I forgive you. Okay?
We don't have to be blood relatives for her to be my daughter.
I should tell you, but she...
She saved our marriage.
She made us a family.
You belong to me.
Because of your sins, your daughter has come into my embrace.
You caused this.
And I will make it right.
You disappointed your daughter, just as you have disappointed yourself.
Archangel.
Defend us in battle.
Be our protection
against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
We ask God to rebuke him.
Father, please!
O Prince of the heavenly host...
Father, please!
With the power of God...
I cast you out, prince of lies, out of this young woman
and into her mother, who is her birth mother!
Yes. Use the whore's blood to save her daughter.
-Carly.
-Father?
-Hey...
-Father.
-I feel like myself again.
-No, no, no. Wait.
-Father, it's all right.
-No, no.
It's all right. She's breathing.
What's wrong with Mom?
Sweetheart, are you all right?
Keep your distance. Stay back.
Melissa.
We have to get him out. We have to drive him out of her.
-Sweetheart, are you all right?
-We have to finish the rite.
Are you all right?
Father, do something!
Prince of lies, coward.
You hide in the body of God's child.
I will send you back to where you came from.
-Father!
You cannot win, Michael.
Why do you think they sent a broken priest?
A sword. I need a sword.
That's what you wanted, child.
You opened the door.
Hey, I'm her father!
You'll have to get through me first.
Bless, Lord,
this sword...
-may it be a guardian
of your Church...
In the name of the Father...
...and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
Georgia is waiting for you, Michael.
Hell is waiting for you too.
-Now!
She needs you, Michael.
My voice can't help you any more than your own can.
Carly needs you, Michael. Everyone needs you.
Finish what you started.
Carly...
-I'm so sorry.
-No. It's just...
It's all right, sweetheart. I... did this
because...
I love you. You'll be all right, Carly.
Melissa. Melissa, no.
Father, surely you can do something.
Please!
My voice can't help you any more than your own can.
Pray. Now pray with me.
Dear God...
I believe that you are the one God in three divine persons:
the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
Father, I believe that your divine Son
came down to earth
and died for our sins.
He will come again to judge the living and the dead.
I believe this and all the teachings
that the Catholic Church teaches.
I believe...
because you have revealed them to us.
You cannot be deceived, and you do not deceive.
Thank God!
Thank God.
-Thank you, God.
My little girl.
Amen.
You're working on your latest art project again, I see?
I hope I don't get nightmares because of it.
What are we going to do with you?
I'm just surprised, I mean.
Your grades have really been slipping lately.
To be honest,
I'm a bit disappointed in you, Carly.
Colleen.
Gabby.
Renee.
Diane.
Colleen.
Hang up the phone.
I'm trying to talk to you.
What's so funny, Miss DeLuca?
You.
Me?
Funny?
I'll tell you what's funny, Carly.
An eighteen-year-old top student and athlete,
who keeps failing to hand in assignments.
Who stops going to practice,
and picks fights with classmates and teachers.
Listen...
I know you might think I'm a lot older,
but believe me, I've been in your shoes too.
I've been teaching for a long time.
I know what a kid with problems at home looks like.
Something has happened.
You don't have to protect anyone.
Not here.
You can talk to me about anything.
There are no secrets between us, Carly.
Some secrets I already know about, Mr. Morgan.
Well, in my experience, teenage girls have
all kinds of secrets, don't they?
Tell me your secrets, Carly.
Ask anyone. I know how to keep my mouth shut.
I can keep your secrets to myself too.
I can't.
What is this?
How do I stop this?
How did you...
How did you get this... This isn't real.
How do I turn this damn thing off?
Nice try.
What?
You have nothing.
Nothing!
It'll just be my word against yours.
I've been here for 13 years.
This AI crap isn't going to work anymore, got it?
You need help.
And I'll find it for you.
What are you doing?
The only way out is through this.
You're sick.
Do you hear me?
You're sick.
I have a family.
I have a little daughter.
But you can't... It's not what it looks like.
You can't just do this.
I know everything about your little girl.
I posted all your videos 15 minutes ago.
Damn it.
Damn it!
I'm going to kill you.
No, no, no, no, no.
Open the door! Open the damn door!
She's strong.
She's exhausted.
I prayed for you.
For all three of you.
Thank you, Charlotte.
May I sit down?
Mr. Morgan was a disgusting guy.
Everyone knew.
Even at school they knew. Everyone.
I keep seeing it in front of my eyes.
I can't stop thinking about it.
Once I saw a dog run over by a
car.
I was five years old.
It probably marked me for the rest of my life in ways
that I don't even realize yet.
Is that supposed to make me feel better?
No.
Sorry, I'm not good at this. Um...
Have you slept at all?
No.
Did the police talk to you?
Last night.
What did they ask?
Everything.
I was the last one to see him.
They think I'm the one who posted
the videos.
Did you post them?
I hope you won't mind,
but I called Bishop Colby this morning.
Why would I do that?
He helped Ryan get through
a really hard time when he was at St.
Thomas.
We agreed on a visit to a real
psychologist.
Okay.
Listen, it doesn't have to be a religious
intervention.
There's a priest at the seminary with a master's in
psychology.
He runs a support program in town.
Father Finnegan.
He's a good man.
We'll certainly think about it.
What?
I just think that, you know,
I'd feel a lot less pressured if I could talk
to someone like a classic psychologist.
Great.
Do you know who posted the videos?
They were sent anonymously.
Everyone's saying you posted the videos
and that's why Mr. Morgan killed himself.
I think, if you did, that's great.
That man is a pig and a sexual predator. I hope you really did post them.
You really hope so?
Yeah.
What's that supposed to mean?
You weren't in the videos.
Of course not.
Mr. Morgan?
That's disgusting.
You weren't in the videos I posted.
I don't understand.
I was the one who posted the videos.
But not all of them.
That's great news.
You should go...
Sit down.
Well, you should have come to me.
Together we could bring him to his knees.
Why?
Because I'm your best friend.
With something like this,
you don't just go charging in alone.
Colleen didn't have anyone to talk to.
Neither did Gabby.
Renee.
We were all victims.
But you never said anything.
I didn't know about all of them.
You knew, and you did nothing.
I was so scared.
I didn't know how to stop it.
How many girls, Diane?
Three?
Six?
-Twenty-six?
-No, Carly, stop it.
I think I have to leave now.
I know what you and Mr. Morgan were doing
-behind the bleachers, Diane.
-Stop it.
Hey!
I know you were recruiting those girls for him.
Let me go!
I know he said you're his favorite.
And you were willing to please him.
I know you're the one responsible.
What's wrong with you?
Are you ready to atone for your sins?
-Carly!
-Oh, my God!
Carly!
-Father.
-Hey.
Good to have you join me.
Yeah.
It's really cold in the air this morning.
Yeah.
Please, sit with me.
Thank you.
Father Choi told me you're thinking about
leaving.
Well, I'm still thinking about it.
Hm.
Georgia...
It really shook you up, didn't it?
Maybe.
When I was a child, I thought I heard
the voice of an angel.
Hm.
It led me to the church.
I don't hear that voice anymore.
Not every battle ends in victory.
Sometimes we have to lose some battles so that we
can solve the problem
from a different angle.
Are you trying to talk me out of leaving?
I'm asking you to try looking at it from a
different angle.
I don't know.
I know a family that needs help.
I know a woman who arranged all of this.
I've already spoken with the father,
and it's clear they're not looking for a priest...
but someone like you.
They don't know me.
She knows what she needs.
His daughter is sick.
Wild. Withdrawn into herself.
Besides the teacher's suicide,
there was also a terrible accident in which her close friend was involved.
The girl witnessed both events.
Oh, Bishop. This...
Sounds like a case of trauma.
And her mother would agree.
But the father is deeply religious
and he asked me for help.
Did you tell him about your qualifications?
Of course.
He knows about your support program
and your excellent work with young people in crisis.
Michael...
Maybe you're right. Maybe this life isn't for you.
But your calling is to help people.
And this father is standing in front of you
asking for help for his daughter.
And if I go... and we find out that his daughter
needs a psychiatrist, not a priest...
then we'll tell them that too.
Then let them decide for themselves what they want to do.
Do you think there's something more?
What worries me
is that he mentioned something about his daughter's voice
and a change in her character.
It's not a mood swing. Something...
much more fundamental.
One thing is certain.
Both parents are very afraid of their own child.
We really appreciate you taking the time
and seeing us, Father.
My pleasure.
I've prepared plenty, please help yourselves.
Wow.
You really didn't have to prepare all this.
Salt?
No, thank you.
We really appreciate you coming.
But...
Carly needs a doctor.
Right.
We're trying to arrange
an urgent psychiatric evaluation.
But unfortunately, insurance won't cover it
unless we have a referral from her personal doctor.
She can't see us until Thursday.
So we'll go then.
Hm.
I think that's the right decision.
My help can't replace
a psychiatric evaluation.
I just want to help your family and...
I can't replace science.
Good.
Then we understand each other.
Tell me what happened.
At first... she...
started drifting away from us.
You know...
Yes, at first we thought it was just teenage whims.
Hm...
Then we went into her room
and found a book about the occult.
Books about satanic rituals.
Father, I swear we have no idea
how she got hold of these things.
All that tells us is
that she likes reading about the occult.
It tells us she was looking for answers.
Then she started swinging in her moods.
She threw up everywhere.
She simply wasn't herself anymore.
Well...
She never lashed out at us like this before.
Now it's happening almost every day.
That's when she became violent.
Violent?
Not to the point where we couldn't trust her.
Everything you tell us here
stays between us. Okay?
I'm here to help, not to judge.
Go on.
That's why we need a doctor.
When? When did she become physically violent?
Listen...
Teenagers sometimes rebel. I mean...
I don't want to downplay it. It's just...
I think we're downplaying it when we say she "rebelled."
She attacked us. She attacked us.
Right. We don't know what was going through her head back then...
-Mel...
-...at the time.
Look, I'm not going to judge my daughter based on
a few outbursts when she was clearly in distress.
Right. Yes.
What happened with her friend Diane, then?
Well...
They had a falling out.
When?
Well...
Before Diane
ran into the road.
Hmm...
She was completely out of her mind.
The car didn't even have time to stop.
When we ran outside,
Carly just... smiled.
Dad, she's just not the same anymore.
You know?
And...
I really miss my little girl.
Yes.
Can I talk to her?
Alone?
No. I don't think that would be a good idea.
The last few weeks have been very hard for her,
and she'd feel like you're judging her.
No. No.
No notes and no agenda.
Just a conversation.
No, no, no. Right now she doesn't feel comfortable around strangers...
-Mel.\N-...for now.
Miss DeLuca...
As soon as she asks me to leave, I'll go.
Okay?
Alright.
I'll...
I'll be right outside.
You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to.
I'm not here
to tell you how you should feel
or what you should believe
or why any of this happened.
Honestly, I don't even know why I'm here.
Your father called me.
I agreed, and now I'm sitting in your living room
eating deviled eggs.
By the way, they're very good.
How are you sleeping?
Fine.
Mom says you're not eating very much.
I shouldn't believe her.
Your mom loves you, Carly.
Listen...
Can we talk about what happened with Mr. Morgan?
With Diane?
No.
Okay.
You lost someone.
We all lose people.
Recently.
You blame yourself.
Is that what this is about, Carly?
You blame yourself?
You think...
that if you had done your job better...
we'd still be here.
Where did you hear that?
Let me tell you something, Father.
She'd still be alive if you had done your job better.
Do you really think that?
You pray, but no one answers you.
You haven't felt anything for a long time.
Not since you were a little boy.
Right, I...
I think it's time we called your parents.
You don't deserve an answer.
That's why you came here.
Not because Bishop Colby asked you to.
You came here...
because you hope...
that I'm real.
Carly, what did you do?
No!
Stop!
What did you do to her?
Stop! Stop!
Get out of my house.
Fine.
Melissa, she just attacked him.
Go.
It's okay. It's okay.
Get out of my house.
I'm going... I'm going.
I'm going.
Sweetheart, it's all right.
It's okay, Carly.
And you blessed the salt.
Did she see that?
That I blessed it?
I don't know.
It's all in my report.
How do you think she found out about Georgia?
About the suicide?
The case was in the media.
Newspapers, the internet.
If she wanted to, she could find it in two minutes.
Alan DeLuca called me this morning.
Well...
Bishop, I'm no longer welcome in their home.
Alan wants you to come back.
Carly needs... a psychiatric evaluation.
Whatever I've seen, I... I'm not qualified for this.
Please, go back and see them again, Michael.
Please.
What do you think it is?
Some kind of malevolent spirit.
I wouldn't know what to look for,
if it were a real possession.
I have a doctorate in social work.
I know. I know.
But I'm putting together a team that knows about this.
Monsignor Afinacci is coming from the Vatican.
They've called him to come here.
He's bringing his own team with him.
They'll take care of all the spiritual matters.
You have to take care of the girl.
When?
Soon. We're expecting him any day now.
So you need to go back there one more time,
just until they arrive.
One more thing.
The monsignor told me that every day,
as the demon grows stronger, the host's body weakens.
Right.
Sorry, do you want me there when it happens?
No. You need to be there so that it doesn't happen.
Michael, you have to help her stay strong.
Encourage her to fight back.
Okay. And how long before...
According to the Vatican records, it can take only
seven days, maybe two weeks, but she's still a child.
Three days have already passed.
That's right.
Michael, you have to help her stay strong.
My son, maybe this is your calling.
Hi, Charlotte.
Hi, Melissa.
I heard a commotion. Is everything all right?
What's going on with Carly? Is she okay?
Yes, she's fine.
I saw that the priest was here.
I'm glad you talked to him.
He really can work miracles.
It was Alan's idea.
I'm really sorry about the noise and everything that happened.
Carly is going through a difficult time.
We'll do everything we can to help her,
but right now we really need some privacy.
So...
Poor girl.
Maybe I can come in and help.
I'm sure a good home-cooked meal would do you both good,
and the Lord says we should love our neighbor as ourselves.
You'll call us if we need help, all right?
But I...
We really don't need your help right now.
I think you do.
You all need it.
Especially you... your child.
Excuse me.
I'll pray for you.
For all three of you.
God is good.
God is always good.
Father Finnegan says he's speaking on our behalf
with the bishop.
Alan, please.
I really think he can help us.
I've had enough of this talk about God.
What do I have to do to make you understand
that she needs a doctor, not a priest?
Talk about God?
What's happening to you?
Our daughter is suffering.
She needs help.
Honey? Honey?
Hey, Alan, bring some water.
Alan!
Alan...
My God.
Carly?
Carly, sweetheart?
Carly?
I know you're in there.
Show yourself!
Please...
Get out of me...
Coward!
It's...
No!
Please...
I don't want this.
I made a mistake.
It's too late for that now, Carly.
I helped you, now you're mine.
What are you doing?
No!
Stop!
What's yours...
is mine.
Carly! Carly, stop!
Sweetheart, it's all right.
It's all right.
Alan!
I'll be right back.
Hey.
Thank you for coming, Dad.
The paramedics say she's in a coma.
I'm so sorry.
For now she's stable.
They're still running tests.
Can I see her?
One more thing, Dad.
There were nails there.
Nails?
They came out of her mouth.
She went into the bathroom and talked to herself...
Melissa recorded something.
What's yours is mine.
Please tell me this isn't what I think it is.
Once more, please.
This is what you wanted.
This is Latin.
This is what you wanted.
Dark spirits speak Latin?
No, my son.
They don't speak.
This is something older.
Something completely different.
A demon.
And the more damage it does,
directly or indirectly, the stronger it becomes.
It seems it's already feeding on Carly.
It will continue and feed on her body
and spirit until it has completely taken over her body.
This is happening very quickly.
We may have two days, maybe less.
And what about the monsignor and his team?
Any moment now.
You...
Bishop, you said he'd come in a day.
Michael, please.
Go back to the hospital.
Be with her.
Talk to her parents.
Above all, make sure the girl stays conscious.
Whatever that means now.
Just until the monsignor arrives.
What if they don't get here in time?
Then we won't wait.
But first I need to know exactly
what we're dealing with.
I'm preparing something that will give us a reliable answer.
I...
Bishop, can we even do this?
If Carly DeLuca is possessed by a demon,
a real demon,
then there is only one way to save her life.
-Hi.
-Hi.
Has anything changed?
No.
The doctors haven't come by for hours, so...
At least she's resting.
She's in a coma, Mel.
Alan, I'm just trying to...
I know you don't believe in all this church stuff,
but can't you see what's happening?
What am I supposed to do?
We're in a hospital.
The doctors are doing everything they can.
I don't think that's enough.
What about you?
Do you know what Father Finnegan just told me?
Where is Father Finnegan?
Or Bishop Colby?
I can't see them.
Do you still think it's just a cold, Mel?
Do you think she's sick?
You have no idea what we're dealing with.
-And you do?
-No, but the Church does.
And what will the Church do?
I don't know.
I don't know.
I just want to help her.
I...
-Alan...
-I need some air.
Good afternoon.
I'm Carly DeLuca's mother.
She's a patient.
Yes, Melissa, her mother.
I'm calling to check whether any appointment slots have opened up.
My daughter needs an urgent psychiatric evaluation.
They told me to call, so...
Yes, I'll hold.
Mom?
Sweetheart?
Mom?
Yes, I'll call you back.
Sweetheart? Sweetheart?
Are you okay? Are you...
Should I call the doctor? Are you ...
Does anything hurt you?
Thank you.
For what?
I don't want Father Michael to come back.
The priest?
No, you promised.
No more priests.
No more church.
What secret, Carly?
What are you talking about?
Mom ...
You remember.
17 years ago, when you were so desperate
that you would tell anyone who would listen.
What are you trying to say?
I remember.
Carly, you're hurting me.
You filthy whore.
You're not my Carly.
And Alan isn't my father, is he?
Let me go!
Excuse me, Bishop.
Michael.
I'm just on my way to the hospital.
Holy water from the Basilica of Saint Peter.
If what we think is true,
it will burn the beast.
And Carly.
What if it doesn't burn her?
Then we'll pack up the chest and find another way.
I think we should wait for the monsignor to arrive.
I know. I think so too.
Let this be an assurance to the monsignor
that his journey was not in vain.
Michael, here are the rites written
in languages older than the gospel.
Rites of exorcism passed down the bloodline,
so the evil spirit passes from one family member to another.
What kind of fight would it require,
that the Word of the Lord
would be protected by such armor?
Bishop, I...
Michael, Carly needs a priest
who is willing to prove what she is made of.
You must start by getting the evidence we need.
Above all, my son,
persevere and don't back down.
Will you do this for me?
Yes.
Yes, Your Excellency.
Good. Now go.
Be with them and advise them,
stay by their side when they need you.
Sweetheart. Sweetheart, what's going on?
My God.
We need help!
Please, help!
Sweetheart, sweetheart...
We need a doctor!
Please, help!
Blood pressure and heart rate are climbing.
I need help over here.
Start the stopwatch.
How long has she been like this?
I don't know. What's going on?
She's having a seizure. Protect her head.
Make sure her airway stays clear.
What the hell is going on?
Srek, where have you been?
Four milligrams of lorazepam IV, now.
Doctor, what can we do?
Clear the room so we can work.
Please, right away.
No... Srek?
How much time is left on the stopwatch?
Almost ready, Doctor.
Carly!
Ma'am, please calm down. We're trying to...
Srek...
Carly!
Carly.
Dad?
Carly.
Stop it, Carly.
-Srek, no!
-Carly...
Carly, wait.
Wait. Carly.
Carly!
-Carly!
-Carly!
Now we're really going to have some fun, Carly.
Reception tried to block the exit, but
it was too late.
Is this a typical hospital escape, or is
something else going on?
The head nurse says she tried to
pull out her IV with her teeth,
then attacked the attending physician and two residents.
Drugs?
Thirty minutes ago she was in a coma.
Carly!
Wait, wait, wait!
Hold on.
Listen,
the more trouble they cause, the more violence,
the more blood they spill, the stronger it becomes
and the more firmly it takes hold of your daughter.
How do we get it out of her?
Bishop Colby is looking into it,
but it's dangerous.
This is the last option.
You need to know what we're planning.
This is an exorcism of a demon.
With an exorcism we save souls, not lives, right?
What we're going to do is different.
It's more dangerous, because we're trying to save both.
If it's necessary, we'll do whatever it takes.
Are you serious?
What?
Whatever it takes.
Just do it.
Find my damn daughter.
It can't be far.
I think she doesn't want to be here any more than we do.
But I'm not sure she's thinking clearly.
I think I see her.
No, I think I'm the one who sees her.
I don't like this.
Come on, let's stop playing games.
Let's go. We'll be back.
It's behind me, isn't it?
I... I...
I can't.
I can't... stop.
Wait...
Help me.
Please.
Wait... No, I can't.
I can't. I can't.
Carly?
Mommy?
-Sweetie?
-Careful. Don't get too close.
I'm losing myself, Mommy.
What do you think, sweetie?
That you're losing yourself?
Sweetie...
What do you think, sweetie?
I can't feel my body.
It's taking over me.
Melissa! No, no!
Carly...
I have to eat you, Mommy.
I have to devour all your sins.
I exorcise you, every evil spirit,
in the name of almighty God the Father!
In the name of almighty God the Father!
It burns!
Holy Spirit!
It's so cold.
Sweetie...
The demon has already consumed most of her body
and her soul.
We have less than 24 hours to save her,
and that's exactly what I'm going to do.
My little girl...
Just give me back my daughter.
Come back to us, Carly.
I think it's too dangerous now to move
her.
We don't want to expose her
to even more people she could attack.
I can do it now.
Look, Bishop, we have the proof we need, don't we?
Why can't I start the exorcism right now?
Not alone. Not yet.
My son, confession seems a bit late,
but in my youth I made a mistake,
for which the lives of innocents paid
because of my pride and impatience.
One wrong step
can bring everything down
or, worse: let the beast loose to roam
the world.
Your Excellency, of course you're right.
It's not about me, my son.
It's about the girl.
Keep your faith, Father.
For what comes next, we'll need everything
we have.
-I'm on my way.
-Good.
How is she?
Melissa says she's resting.
I'm so scared, Father.
For my family,
for Carly,
for myself.
I'm scared too.
-Really?
-Yes.
This clerical collar isn't a shield.
There are quite a few cracks in my armor.
I'm facing this for the first time too.
I'm worried.
I'm worried about your daughter.
I'm worried about you.
I'm worried about how this thing is reacting to
Melissa.
This is...
I... um...
Where is Melissa?
I don't know.
Melissa?
Carly?
Carly?
She should be resting.
We have to find Melissa.
Melissa?
Carly isn't in her room.
She isn't?
Carly.
Carly's not here anymore, you bitch.
Carly, let her go.
What are you doing?
Father, please help her.
Try calling him again.
Hello, you've reached Father Finnegan.
Please leave a message...
Monsignor, he's not answering.
He can't handle this alone.
The devil is too strong!
The girl will die,
and her soul will be lost forever.
Come on, Mom. Let's have a nice long sleep!
Hit her again.
Not so fast, Father.
Let me go!
Hit her again.
Let her go, unclean spirit!
Don't talk to them.
Talk to me.
Keep your words to yourself, priest...
or I'll tear them out of your mouth.
Liar.
You're pretending.
Coward.
Have you strayed from the path, priest?
Have you been talking with any angels lately?
Georgia says hello to you.
A big, powerful demon,
hiding inside a little girl.
I'm not hiding.
She invited me in herself.
Ask Melissa.
She knows.
Or I can tell them myself.
I'll expose your sins, Mother.
Carly, stop.
Invited?
Carly invited you?
She didn't know what she was asking for,
but she got what she wanted.
I invited my dark angel,
so he could punish them.
Look.
This won't work on me, priest.
This isn't for you, demon.
Carly.
Carly.
Good.
Look.
It's trembling. It's trembling.
It moves with every breath you take.
In and out.
The only voice you hear is mine.
No one else's.
Because you're so tired, Carly.
You're very tired.
You're getting sleepy.
Wait.
Tie her up well.
She's very hot.
Wow. She's burning up.
What's wrong?
Bishop Colby isn't answering.
I'm sure he's already on his way.
No.
He said he was coming more than an hour ago.
Sweetheart.
Father...
Help me.
Bishop Colby will be here soon.
He won't.
-Carly.
-We're here, sweetheart.
We're here.
He's dead.
Stop.
Father, please. Help her.
I'm calling 911.
No!
Father, help her.
You have to start the exorcism right away.
Stop this. Save her.
Father, we have to do this now.
I... I... I...
I need towels. And more salt.
I'll do it.
Okay.
Sweetheart.
It's okay.
It's okay. I've got you.
I've got you.
This is the last of the salt.
Okay. Now don't step outside the circle, all right?
Don't fall for his tricks.
He'll try to confuse you.
He'll use Carly to stop us.
Okay.
Are you ready?
I am.
In the name of the Father
and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
-I pronounce you a liar...
-Demon...
Unclean spirit!
You are cast out.
I cast you out!
-Mommy.
-Sweetheart.
I'm here.
No, no, no, no.
I cast you out, beast!
Leave this child of God in the name of the Lord!
Get out of here!
No!
-Alan, are you okay?
-Melissa.
Alan.
What if I cast you out first, Father?
They don't know what they're doing.
Foolish priest.
Did you really think you could exorcise me alone?
No.
A priest is never alone, demon.
Bishop, you're alive.
We thought you were dead.
Mr. and Mrs. DeLuca, Father Finnegan,
this is Monsignor Afinacci and Deacon
Williams.
They came from the Vatican.
It's getting worse.
Father, what are you going to do to her?
The relics are ready, Monsignor.
You dare to speak my name.
I won't abandon my daughter.
How long?
Six days.
The girl invited him?
That's what he told us.
He answered to his own name.
Only the Devil himself answers to that name.
What's in there?
Can we still save her?
Yes.
There is one rite.
A bloodline exorcism.
The spirit is transferred from the girl to a
blood relative.
Then we use the sword.
Yes. The demonology manual mentions it.
I've read...
You read it. I saw it.
Naples, 1987.
It worked...
but the host didn't survive.
Father...
Alan. He'll do it.
He already told me that...
Then we have to hurry.
Every moment we stand here, it grows stronger.
I'll lead the rite.
You help Father Finnegan.
You know the family.
Stay close to me.
I need this.
He's lying.
Take my name off your tongue, you vile beast.
For His Son shines His light even in this place.
We're not burning the girl's flesh,
but your stain, unclean spirit.
Michael, the sword.
This will buy us some time.
But it won't hold the demon for long.
My son, remember...
Of course we want to save the girl.
But we may have to kill the girl,
so the demon isn't released into the world
and sows chaos forever.
Father, no.
-Bishop, no, we're...
-Michael!
Right, then...
It has to work.
It has to work.
God bless you both.
But the next part will hurt,
so you two have to trust us.
We can only try this once.
So you do exactly what I say, and exactly when I say it.
Father, hold on.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit...
We cast you out!
Just magic tricks!
It's all just a performance, Bishop.
You priests always have the best costumes and props.
Deacon! Now!
Monsignor!
I cast you out, most unclean one...
Naples, 1987.
Poor family.
You saved the boy, but not his father.
I was there. I still remember the smell of fear.
Oh, Bishop Colby. It's been a long time.
Don't pretend you don't know me, priest.
All your sins are mine.
I still remember the smell of your fear, boy,
when you thought you could defy me and save that child...
I cast you out...
Give up, priest. This is too big a bite for you.
You couldn't wait, so I brought hell with me
and burned the church to the ground.
That poor girl never had a chance.
Poor Georgia.
Prince of lies!
You will never go home.
Sweetheart, Mom and Dad are here.
Sweetheart, we love you so much.
We're here, just like always.
Michael.
The monsignor was right.
It's not a demon. This... this is...
I could never save them all.
This world is mine!
Sweetheart!
You can still come home.
Sweetheart, we're here and we're waiting for you.
Remember...
Come into my arms. You can still...
Sweetheart, you can still come back to us.
Carly, you are stronger than this.
Come on! Fight!
Come back to us, sweetheart. We're here.
I'm waiting for you.
In the name of God, I cast you out.
Fight it!
-Fight it, sweetheart!
-Carly. Carly. Carly.
-Carly, fight it, sweetheart!
Look at us, sweetheart.
I love you. Can you see me?
Can you see me? I love you, sweetheart.
I'm right here, sweetheart.
I'm right here. I love you. I love you.
-Father, did it work?
-Did it work?
Carly is fighting for her life.
She's bought us some time.
My little girl.
My little girl.
Father, what's happening?
Don't touch her.
-What should we do?
-Pray for her.
I have to ask you something, Alan.
Go ahead and ask.
Is Carly your biological daughter?
-Why are you asking him that?
-Of course she is.
This is called bloodline exorcism.
I'll draw the demon out of Carly and into you.
I'll do it.
No. No, you can't. That's...
The rite requires the father's bloodline.
Of course I can. I'm her mother.
Melissa, we don't have time for this.
I'm the one who has to do it, right?
There's one more thing.
This is...
Saint Peter's sword.
This sword will send the demon back to hell,
where it belongs.
But...
Alan, I'll have to take your life for this.
No!
I have to pierce you straight through the heart.
No!
"And send you home..."
"Dad, no!"
This will be your reward. Alan, with this...
you'll save your daughter's life.
Let's do this.
No... No, Alan.
Whatever it takes.
Sorry. Father, begin the rite.
No, Alan.
Listen to me, enemy, unclean spirit.
I speak with the words and the power of the Son,
the only begotten Son, the Son of God.
You don't understand. This won't work.
I cast you out of this girl
and into her father,
her father, who claims her body and blood as his own.
Alan.
Do it again!
I have to tell you something.
What does that mean?
It means hell has come for us.
This is where my conquest of Earth begins.
Nothing can stop Satan's will.
Braggart! Blowhard!
Your time is running out.
If he could, he'd have killed us long ago.
The circle is still somehow holding him,
chained to Carly's body.
You can't keep me here.
With time, I only grow stronger.
Use me.
Use my blood to cast him out.
"I'll carry the devil."
"Melissa..."
You know what I'll have to do when he possesses you.
The rite requires the father's bloodline.
It may not work.
We have to try.
Alan, I'm sorry, but she isn't your daughter.
I forgive you. Okay? I forgive you.
I forgive you. Okay?
We don't have to be blood relatives for her to be my daughter.
I should tell you, but she...
She saved our marriage.
She made us a family.
You belong to me.
Because of your sins, your daughter has come into my embrace.
You caused this.
And I will make it right.
You disappointed your daughter, just as you have disappointed yourself.
Archangel.
Defend us in battle.
Be our protection
against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
We ask God to rebuke him.
Father, please!
O Prince of the heavenly host...
Father, please!
With the power of God...
I cast you out, prince of lies, out of this young woman
and into her mother, who is her birth mother!
Yes. Use the whore's blood to save her daughter.
-Carly.
-Father?
-Hey...
-Father.
-I feel like myself again.
-No, no, no. Wait.
-Father, it's all right.
-No, no.
It's all right. She's breathing.
What's wrong with Mom?
Sweetheart, are you all right?
Keep your distance. Stay back.
Melissa.
We have to get him out. We have to drive him out of her.
-Sweetheart, are you all right?
-We have to finish the rite.
Are you all right?
Father, do something!
Prince of lies, coward.
You hide in the body of God's child.
I will send you back to where you came from.
-Father!
You cannot win, Michael.
Why do you think they sent a broken priest?
A sword. I need a sword.
That's what you wanted, child.
You opened the door.
Hey, I'm her father!
You'll have to get through me first.
Bless, Lord,
this sword...
-may it be a guardian
of your Church...
In the name of the Father...
...and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
Georgia is waiting for you, Michael.
Hell is waiting for you too.
-Now!
She needs you, Michael.
My voice can't help you any more than your own can.
Carly needs you, Michael. Everyone needs you.
Finish what you started.
Carly...
-I'm so sorry.
-No. It's just...
It's all right, sweetheart. I... did this
because...
I love you. You'll be all right, Carly.
Melissa. Melissa, no.
Father, surely you can do something.
Please!
My voice can't help you any more than your own can.
Pray. Now pray with me.
Dear God...
I believe that you are the one God in three divine persons:
the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
Father, I believe that your divine Son
came down to earth
and died for our sins.
He will come again to judge the living and the dead.
I believe this and all the teachings
that the Catholic Church teaches.
I believe...
because you have revealed them to us.
You cannot be deceived, and you do not deceive.
Thank God!
Thank God.
-Thank you, God.
My little girl.
Amen.