Repeat after me. I am firmly resolved,
- with the help of Thy grace...
to sin no more and to avoid the near occasion of sin.
I firmly resolve to sin no more
and to avoid the near occasion of sin.
- Amen. - Amen.
I absolve you from your sins
in the name of the Father,
and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
It's okay.
Shh...
It's okay.
- It's over.
Hmm.
I'm sorry.
No, no, no, it's...
- It's my fault. - I'm so sorry.
- It's my fault. No.
Wait.
Kristen!
Oh, help me, God.
Help me, God.
Help me.
Oh, God.
Help me.
Don't look.
Don't turn.
We're doing this.
We won't talk about it.
We won't mention it, ever.
We won't act on it again.
We can't.
I want you, David.
I want you more than anyone I've ever wanted.
And I'm not leaving here until you fuck me.
Just this once.
Shh.
- Mom! - Ready, Mom!
- Mom! - Where's Mom?
- Mom! - Let us in.
- Mom! - Will you sign my paper...?
- I got her...
What's wrong? What did Lexis do?
Nothing. We were just talking.
- Well, she's the favorite child.
Okay, shh. I need you
to listen to me for a second.
- But we'll be late. - Well, then,
Grandma can drive you. This is important.
- Okay. - Lexis and I have made a pact.
And we need your help to make it come true.
Leland Townsend has been approaching Lexis after school.
None of you look surprised, so my guess is you knew about this?
Okay, okay, it's a new day. It's okay.
this man intends to hurt us.
He's a bad man, and he's declared a war on us.
And I need the four of you to work together to stop him.
Now Leland gave Lexis this note.
Do any of you know what this means?
- Daffodil? No. - Isn't it a flower, Mom?
- I think it's a... - I have no idea...
Shh. I'm talking to you like more mature girls now
because I need you all to be.
Okay? If Leland approaches Lexis again,
or any of you, you tell me.
Not in a week, not in a day.
You call me that very instant.
Do you understand?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Good. Then give me a hug.
Hey, but we have to be quick.
- I love you. Now get to school.
- All right. Go, go, go, go.
Let's get to school. I love you all so much.
- So much. - Grandma?
- Thank you. Bye, Mom. - Bye.
- Mom? - Yeah?
I might have something for you.
Wow. I didn't know you were this far along.
Yes. We're ready. Tonight.
We keep it at 43 degrees in here.
Are they looking for money from the Church?
No. They want a body.
- Where's Kristen?
- Thought she'd be here. - Probably running late.
Getting the girls off to school.
Up ahead, you'll notice the capsule
where the subject's body will go.
The lab environment is so large to prevent outside heat
or radiation from interfering with our results.
It all seems a bit inexact.
It's all thermo-insulated to eliminate the exchange
of radiant energy and radiation.
And underneath the capsule-- what's this?
A mass spectrometer,
sensitive down to one septillionth of a gram.
So you're weighing the body at the moment of death?
And that'll tell you what?
You believe a human body just ends at death, correct?
- Yup. - Then, in theory,
there should be no loss of mass or energy
when a person dies.
the body should weigh the same
immediately after death as before.
Well, except for an exhalation
of breath and other fluids.
Feces, urine.
But they'll all be trapped in this container,
and weighed before and after death.
My experiment is about the loss of mass or energy
that there is no explanation for.
You want to measure for the soul?
I am not a religious person.
You call it a soul,
but I am measuring for... consciousness.
If there is a loss of body weight when a person dies,
what is it?
What does it weigh? Where does it go?
Hmm. And if it weighs the same?
Then there's nothing else to discuss.
There is nothing after death.
In 1901, a physician
named Duncan MacDougall conducted an experiment
into the weight of the...
soul.
He conducted an experiment with dying subjects
and weighed them before and after death.
He found a difference of 21 grams.
And has this experiment been retried since?
- No. - Why not?
It was seen as scientifically unserious.
Because it was about the soul?
No. Because science doesn't have a religious agenda.
If it doesn't have a religious agenda, then
why doesn't it try to replicate the experiment?
Because you're trying to use science as a crutch.
You're trying to use it to prove there's life after death.
No, but why isn't it treated the same way
- as quantum physics? - Quantum physics?
It doesn't have a religious agenda.
It's not trying to prove there's religion.
- All right, all right, stop. - Yes, but that's why...
Stop. This Dr. Swan--
she doesn't want money from us?
No. She-she wants people who are dying.
Don't stop on my account.
Go ahead, David.
I have, uh... I don't have anything else to say.
Well, there is a priest in hospice care.
He has ASPS, a very rare cancer.
The doctors say he has 24 hours to live.
I talked to him about this experiment, and he volunteered.
Thoughts?
Let me try to clear the air here, if you don't mind,
- Your Eminence. - Please.
David, I know that you and I got off on the wrong foot,
but I've been asked by the cardinal
to look over your shoulder
for issues of liability.
Liability is a cross we all have to bear.
Hi.
- I'm sorry I'm late. - That's perfectly fine.
We've been discussing this soul scale experiment.
And the need for a signed release
from the participating priest.
Yes, Ms. Bouchard?
- Hello. - Hello.
Would you mind backing up a few feet?
- What is this? - A restraining order.
You've been served.
Monsignor, can't we settle our disagreements
without these ad hominem attacks?
Ms. Bouchard, this is not necessary.
Oh, it's not a restraining order for me.
I can take care of myself.
It's for my 11-year-old daughter.
- Excuse me? - Mr. Townsend
has approached my daughter at school
on four separate occasions,
and he's asked her to keep it a secret from me.
No, this is...
And he's also made her uncomfortable with his touch.
I did not. What are you talking about? This is insane.
Luckily, one of my daughters took a photo,
and that is why the court granted me this injunction.
That... that is a misinterpretation.
Well, I guess it's a good thing
that the Catholic Church has no issues
with older men touching children.
Leland, let's step outside for a second.
No, this is... this is a lie, Your Eminence.
- This is just... - Like you said, Leland,
liability is a cross we all have to bear.
Let's just talk for a second.
- You okay? - Yeah.
Is everything all right with Lexis?
We're getting back on track.
And everything else?
Yeah, we're good.
Good.
Ms. Bouchard, I've asked Leland
to take a step back until we can investigate.
Thank you, Your Eminence.
No, thank you for your patience.
And, David, if you have a moment,
I need you to hear a confession.
How are you?
Embarrassed at everybody making a fuss.
Who's that?
Our newest priest, David Acosta.
I wanted him to hear your confession.
Well, you can.
No, no, we're too good of friends.
So what's the word?
- Have I been approved? - You have.
But it's going to be a very isolated death,
I wanted to warn you.
You have to lie alone in a chamber.
I'll be fine.
How much do you think my soul will weigh?
You'll be a heavyweight.
David?
Father, forgive me, for I have sinned.
I've had... I've had impure thoughts.
Celibacy has been difficult for me.
It's difficult for everyone.
No, my mind is full of lust.
Thoughts of being held, holding,
that my life was pointless without love.
You have God's love.
I never felt it.
I prayed for it.
But what if there's just darkness, and
I spent my life being an idiot?
I don't want to die.
God will defend and protect you.
Congratulations, Lynda the Lizard.
There are other animals who want to be your friend.
Do you want to meet them?
Hello, Lynda. I'm Pollie the Pig.
And I welcome you. Have you built your house yet?
No.
Let me show you where you should build.
How old are you, Lynda?
- 11. What about you? - I'm 12.
My parents are divorced. Are yours?
No, but my dad is away a lot.
That sucks.
I like having someone to talk to. How about you?
- Me, too. - Hello?
Your mom just called.
- Hey, where are the girls? - I'm a girl.
Yes, but where are the other girls? Your sisters.
Backyard?
Okay. Well, come on. I'm ordering pizza.
- Your mom has to work late. - Doing what?
I don't know. Demon stuff. Let's go.
I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow.
I can't wait. I'm lonely.
Me, too.
What do you have? Give me a signal.
Let's go. Here he comes. Let's get ready.
I'm sorry. Excuse me.
Vitals are online.
- I need a reading. - To the right.
- Let's go!
He is alert, oriented to self only.
This is feeling very Frankenstein.
Yeah? Well, welcome to fringe science.
Okay, the respirations are still irregular.
Pulse 110. His lungs are shutting down.
- The breathing is labored... - We have to go, Father.
Through this holy anointing, may the Lord through his love
and mercy help you with the grace of the Holy Spirit.
Tachycardia to the 130s, hypertensive to the 80s...
What? Where-where...? What is this?
- We're here, Frank. - Monsignor, we don't have time.
- Then make time. - We don't have time.
- He's losing consciousness.
- Father? - Pulse 110.
- His organs are shutting down. - Ah.
Do you still want to do this?
- The experiment. - Ah.
Do you want to go forward?
I don't want to die.
I know.
But do you want this experiment?
The weight of the soul.
Uh-huh.
You approve?
Yeah.
You were a good friend.
We're running out of time! Let's go! Let's go!
- Good. Push him in. Let's go.
Great. Lower it slowly.
Slowly. Be careful.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
Bring it down slowly.
- Okay, let's go. - Clear the floor!
Let's go!
- Cardiac stats are live. - Stats live.
- Is the equipment in place? - Almost.
- Where are we on the vitals? - Dropping.
You have less than five. BP has plummeted.
O2 saturation is poor. He's in respiratory distress.
Heart rate is irregular.
He's going to go into cardiac arrest.
- House lights! - House lights!
Seal turrets.
How do I talk to him?
Frank, can you hear me?
Nah.
Frank?
Where are you?
I'm watching you on a screen.
First ring-- check.
- Check! - Second ring--
- check. - Check!
- Third ring? - Check.
Fourth ring?
"When this body contained a spirit,
a kingdom was too small to hold it."
- Seventh ring? - Check.
"Now two paces to the vilest earth..."
"...is room enough."
- Tenth ring? - Check!
What are you guys talking about?
- It is cold.
- I know. - All right,
everybody, we're close.
You've done everything you could.
Let God take you.
But if He won't?
He will, Frank.
Ready? Any second now.
Where is your hand?
Where are you?
I'm here.
Vitals are dropping rapidly.
I'm holding you.
Can't feel you.
Up one bar!
Engage the scale.
Look sharp, guys. This is it!
61,008.66 grams pre-death.
- Do I have confirmation? - Confirmation.
- .055578.
- Status? - Pulse 130, climbing;
BP, 70/150.
EEG irregular. Get ready.
- What was that?
Check his weight.
Everybody, get ready.
We're about to go.
15 seconds tops.
Frank, can you hear me?
Pulse is continuing to climb.
We are ten seconds away.
Frank?
- Yeah. Cardiac arrest.
Got a flatline. Check on our time.
- Look. - We got movement, people.
We've got movement on the scale.
Can somebody check energy?
What's going on?
24 grams.
Lock it in. 24.63.
- That's the difference.
You got an issue, Doctor.
- Oh, my God. - Detecting power grid.
Yeah, you've got a power surge. Your particle sensors.
No, that's not possible. Did we maintain the efflux?
Condition of the container maintained
and providing vital and accurate readings.
- Okay. - Okay, track that.
Now the contraction chamber coming in.
- None of this makes sense. - Oh, my God.
What the hell?
This doesn't look right.
Can someone give me an accurate reading, please?
- This can't be right. - Vitals are not...
Am I dead?
F-Frank?
Hello?
Hello?!
Hey, it's Dad.
I'll huff, and I'll puff.
Turn that off, Lexis.
I can't hear.
- Whoa!
You cannot see that.
Hello? Sheryl?
- Dad? - Hey.
- Are you okay? - Hey, Lynn.
- What? - Just a second.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Hi. How are you? - Good.
- You're home early. - Yeah, I wanted to...
- Well, where were you guys? - Uh, upstairs watching TV.
Why are the locks changed?
Mom was worried about someone harassing Lexis.
What?
- What happened?
We're trying to figure that out.
I'm not dead!
Okay, maybe we should get you off there.
- Come on. Come on. - Oh.
Mwah.
I always wanted to do that,
and now I have.
Let's put that down, please.
No. I'm hungry.
What happened?
I don't know, but he was medically dead for 56 seconds,
with a loss of 24 grams.
His soul left his body?
No, he's still 24 grams lighter.
Uh, so he's walking around without a soul?
Well, obviously, he can't be without a soul,
because there he is.
What are you all whispering about?
Just happy to have you back.
Ah.
There's obviously a malfunction in your system.
- Mm-mm. - Okay, the explosion,
the lights out there.
No. We need a greater sample size.
I'm a medical mystery.
- So what is this? - Candy salad.
- It's really healthy. - You got to try it.
- Come on. - No, no, no, no.
- Yeah, you know you want to. - Airplane!
- Oh! Okay, okay. - Yummy!
- Yeah! - Mmm.
- It's so good, right? - So, listen.
How is your grandmother these days?
Mm. Rad-G? She's good.
Rad-G? Is there anything weird about her?
- Okay, this is awful! - No, it's not.
- You're crazy. This stuff is... - Try another bite.
- We do. Yeah. - I know. I know.
Where is Lexis? Oh, this is truly awful.
You need to build a kitchen, too.
Don't use all your lumber.
- Do you have a kitchen, Pollie? - I do.
And I will show it to you.
I'm just arguing with my mom.
She's so mean! Is your mom mean?
Dad's looking for you.
What are you doing on Lynn's bed?
- Playing. - Let me see.
No.
My mom's mean. Is yours?
Who's that?
- Leland. - What?
Leland. He's trying to trick me
into thinking he's a little girl.
My mom keeps nagging me.
How do you know?
He keeps on asking about Mom, and he doesn't type like a girl.
- Lynda? - Well, then,
- you shouldn't be... - Lynda?
Wait. Then what are you doing?
- Pretending to be tricked. - Why?
I want to know what he wants to know.
- Then I'll tell Mom. - Lynda, are you still there?
My mom's mean. Is yours?
I want to do it, too.
- You're too young. - I'm not.
Okay, get your iPad.
Well, look who's home.
Yup.
Did Kristen know you were coming home tonight?
Nope.
Did you say good night to the girls at least?
- Yup.
Well, you're a font of information, aren't you?
Yeah, and, uh, I'm home permanently,
so, uh, I want you out of the garage by the end of the week.
Have you talked to your wife?
I'm home, Sheryl,
and, uh, I don't like what you do to my house.
I don't know what you're about,
with your little voodoo dolls,
- and your... - Ooh.
- And all your stuff.
But I don't want it near my family,
so I want you out by the end of the week.
You're an ungrateful asshole. Do you know that?
Yes, I do.
I've suspended my life to babysit for free.
I've put everything on hold...
Congratulations. Now I want you out.
Shut the fuck up.
- How dare you? - Yes.
How dare I? How dare I be a husband?
Your time to be a husband was a year ago.
No, no, no. Listen, Sheryl, it doesn't work anymore.
Okay? The guilt trips, the nasty comments.
Do I look affected by it?
Now get the fuck out of my house.
- Listen, Daddy.
You don't want to get on my bad side.
Oh, my God, you have a bad side?
You're on.
Eddie, my Eddie, give me the clarity and wisdom
to know how to stop this goddamn,
cocksucking piece of motherfucking shit.
Oh. Oh, my God.
Help me. Help me, help me.
Help me, God.
What am I doing?
Help me, God.
Help me to see you when I die.
David.
No! Kristen, we said once. No.
But I didn't mean it, and you didn't, either.
Oh. This is insane.
The way you fucked me last night.
The way we came together.
- We can't keep doing this.
Sure we can. It's just you and me.
Kiss me.
Mmm.
- Ah. - What the fuck?
- What? - Your tongue.
Oh. Yeah, I just got it done. Do you like it?
You're... you're not...
Who are you?
Kristen. Feel my breasts.
Mmm. Feel how wet I am.
- Oh, my God. What are you? - Mmm.
Does it matter? I can feel how hard you are.
So you're home now?
Mm-hmm. Forever.
No more business?
Well, I got a buyer. Bash.
- Good. - Yeah.
I want to use the money to add onto the house.
Yeah, yeah, the girls said. A bathroom?
Yeah, and one more bedroom.
Can we afford it?
We will. I promise.
And one more thing.
I want your mother gone.
I know you do.
I agree.
It's all good. Thank you. Thank you.
Go see Sister Gertrude.
I'm fine.
Oh.
What? Matt's not with you?
- Matt? - H-His Eminence.
Oh, uh, no. He-he wanted us to see you first.
Oh, well, sit down.
I'm making him nervous.
I mean, I spent my whole life not saying what I thought,
and now, suddenly, I want to say it all.
Do you remember what happened in the chamber?
Well, I remember being alone.
Uh-huh.
And reaching out my hand, and-and... and Matt's voice.
I remember that. He said, "Let God take you."
And then?
Then I saw something.
People in a room.
They were smiling at each other, they were reaching out.
And their arms were really long,
and they were stretching out toward me.
And I was starting to move toward them.
But it was suddenly such a long distance.
I thought it was across a room,
but it seemed to be miles.
And then, I felt something on my back.
I think a hand.
It was Matt's hand,
and he was smiling at me,
so I turned...
Then I was alive again.
So, I have no soul, right?
- I can't say that.
Tell Matt to come see me. Please.
Medically?
So, the mass in his lungs-- the ASPS-- has disappeared.
And the cancer in his lymph nodes is shrinking.
So, how do we explain this?
A miracle.
What was he like before he got sick?
Nothing like this.
He was serious and-and intense.
- Hmm. - He would never...
Kiss you?
Yes.
He said he felt your hand on his back
and saw you smile,
and that's why he decided to come back to his body.
How do we explain the continued loss
of the-the weight?
Yeah, the-the sensors. They malfunctioned.
Dr. Swan would like to do the experiment again.
- With Father Ignatius? - No, with a new patient.
Okay. I'll talk to hospice.
We have a nun, Sister Gertrude, who's in her last days.
Yes?
I think you should go see him.
He's asked for you.
I will. When I can.
I want him to recover first.
Uh, do you have a minute?
Yeah, I do.
- Maybe we should... - Yeah, I think so.
- So...
...about the other night, um...
Look, we-we don't have to talk about it.
- I was in the wrong. - You-you weren't.
I was just as involved.
You stopped us. That's the most important thing.
What do you mean, I stopped us?
I-I just think it's best to move on, you know?
Kristen, are you...
are you talking about the night you came to confess?
Yes.
But I didn't stop us.
We kept... going.
Meaning?
Meaning...
we had sex.
David, I-I don't know what you're referring to,
but I went home
after you stopped us,
after, um...
Okay.
We kissed, but we didn't have sex.
I went home.
You mean the night you confessed?
Yes.
You left, and...
and you didn't come back at all that night?
No. Wh-What did you think?
Nothing.
It was late.
I-I must've been tired.
Everything's good.
- Okay, great. You sure? - Yes.
Great. Let's just not be awkward together, okay?
'Cause...
Definitely. Yeah.
- Good stuff. - Yeah.
Hey, Kurt, do you have a minute? I need a referral.
Oh, this is all new to me.
I mean, I-I... I had something like this in-in Bali.
I mean, I couldn't even get on the plane,
my back hurt so bad.
Well, call a doctor. Why call me?
Because I see it every night-- your fuckin' demon.
- Hey, don't swear. - Ow!
You can emphasize just as much without a swear word.
Okay, you're right. Just help me.
Ugh.
Men who build their lives on sand-- they call me.
They're intrigued by someone who is certain.
But that doesn't mean they want to be certain.
They just want to be excused of their struggle.
But I won't excuse you.
When you die,
God won't look at your struggle.
He'll look at what you believed.
And then that demon will return.
And there'll be no more hope.
Live in fear of that day.
Hi.
You work with David?
I do.
David thinks highly of you.
Oh, well, I think very highly of him.
You were baptized.
And you turned away.
Is that what David says?
No, but it's the truth.
Kristen? Is that you out there?
Oh, my God, Kurt.
- What happened?
Ah, we tried to go to Hawaii.
Didn't even make it on the plane.
My back gave out.
- Killing me. - Let me call my chiropractor.
No, no, no, my wife is on it.
You need a referral?
Let me make some calls. What's, uh, going on?
Well, uh...
Andy's home.
Um, permanently now.
Well, that's good, isn't it?
Yeah. Um, it's-it's just
that I'm a-a-a... a little worried,
um, distracted.
By your priest friend?
We're both distracted.
You know what you need to do? This is just friendly advice.
You need to normalize the relationship.
- Okay. - Yeah.
Invite the priest over to dinner with your family.
Make everybody comfortable together.
So there's no secrets, no hidden agendas.
Just make it all normal.
That's actually a good idea.
Ouch on the "actually," but thank you.
I sometimes play pranks on my mom.
What pranks?
I put medicine in her food, just to see if she reacts.
Can I play, too?
No, we just want to play alone.
Hey, that was rude.
Just tell him you have cancer and you're dying.
Oh, no. Nobody wants to be my friend 'cause I have cancer.
That's too bad, but we are having fun.
We'll be your friends.
Okay, you two, I want you both outside into the sunshine.
- Okay? - We're doing homework, Dad.
They are not doing homework.
- Shut up, Lila! - No, no, don't say "Shut up."
- Dad, you're always... - No, no, don't.
I don't know. I do not...
- Listen, I just want...
Okay, good.
I'm closing the door. Do your homework!
- What are you doing? - Aah!
- Moving the bed. - Why?
Feng shui.
- Really? Cool. - Mm.
- In-in what way? - Well, you're not supposed
to have your feet pointing toward the door,
'cause that's like a body in a coffin.
So... grab that. Grab that end.
Mm. Mm-hmm. Uh, which-which way are we going?
- Spinny that way. - Okay.
Okay, yeah, yeah. Go, go, go, go, go.
- Okay. What? - Wait, wait, wait, wait,
- wait, wait, wait. - What?
What?
What's this?
- It looks like dish water. - Or buried treasure.
- Do you want me to open it? - Do it.
- Oh! Uh... - Oh, my God!
- Dad, that smells terrible. - I know. That's...
- Oh, my God. - What is that?
Oh.
Ugh. Ugh.
- Is everything all right, Dad? - Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
I'm just washing it out.
Yeah, I'm gonna get some air freshener.
- It still smells in here. - Yup, good idea.
- Okay, yeah.
Just wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Dad, I have to go to the bathroom!
- Just wait a second, okay?
- Well, just wait there. - Please?
- No, Dad! - He said wait a minute.
- Yeah, yeah. Just wait! - Hurry, Dad! Please!
- Hurry up!
Okay.
- Dad!
Please open!
- Okay, stop it, stop it.
- We need another bathroom. - I know that.
- What's that? - This is a jar.
What's it for? Like, licorice? It looks like it's for licorice.
- Wait. - What are you doing?
- Just, shh. - Ew.
Okay, do yours.
I have to go first!
- Here we go.
See some vitals. I want to see some vitals online.
- Careful. - Right this way.
- Right here, okay?
So who's this now?
This is Sister Gertrude.
She's a nun from hospice, dying of heart disease.
Kristen. How lovely.
What are you doing here?
I've gotten a reprieve. Praise Jesus.
You need to get out of here.
Yes, I know you assessors would prefer no oversight,
but the cardinal is worried about parish liability.
Poor woman.
And when I explained to him
that I was at your daughter's school
at the request of the principal,
they agreed to investigate.
Are you going to hit me now?
Would you like that?
You're buzzing.
Oh, shit.
Uh, okay.
I can only answer one of you at a time. Just one.
Wait. Where did I say I was from again?
You said you were from New Mexico.
- Wait. Am I 12, or are you 12? - No.
- No, you're 12, and I'm eight. - You're eight?
- Yeah. - Does he actually buy that?
Wait. Let's-let's all ask a question at the same time.
- Yeah. - Okay, ready? Five, four.
- Three, two, one.
What's your favorite stuffed animal?
- For Christ's sake. - BP's 70/50, O2 sat down.
- Six, three, check. - Check.
Pulse 110, climbing.
She's losing consciousness.
- Engage the scale.
48,235.66 grams.
- Do I have confirmation?
Radiation efflux .055572.
You still got a problem up there!
No time! We're seconds away!
She's in respiratory distress.
Heart rate is irregular.
She's going to go into cardiac arrest.
- We're losing her!
- Whoa! - Radiation efflux .055572!
- What's happening? - Just...
She's getting heavier?
That-that can't be.
36 grams heavier.
That was crazy.
You know what's even crazier?
Oh, gosh, I-I don't know if I have room for more.
The doctors said she had Stage IV cancer,
ASPS, the same thing that Ignatius was dying of.
How is that possible?
I don't know. It was overlooked.
Or...
Yes, Father?
Maybe the souls don't weigh anything.
Maybe demons do.
Maybe demons weigh us down.
You're saying a demon left Ignatius
during his near-death experience?
Yes.
You pointed at the sensors near the roof.
They were green throughout.
What if that was the energy from the demon that left Ignatius?
And when Sister Gertrude died, the demon possessed her.
That's why she died heavier
and with the cancer that left Ignatius.
Okay, look, science is not a game.
It's not a toy, okay?
It just needs a larger sample size.
- It's about repeatable phenomena.
- Exactly. - Right, but what if
God doesn't repeat?
Oh, my God, please don't tell me you're going over to his side.
No, no, no. I'm not. I'm-I'm-I'm just... asking.
Yeah, this is why you can't use science to get to God.
It's a fool's mission.
Where's he going?
- Another parish. - Hmm.
They both requested it.
Why?
They're worried what will happen if they stay.
- Fucking kids.
Save me.
Hello?
Over here.
You're not real.
Exactly.
Check your catechism.
This isn't forbidden.
Unless you want it to be forbidden.
Unless you want me to do things to you that are truly forbidden.
Maybe bite my hand
- to keep from screaming.