（Kristen 大聲喘氣）DAVID：跟我講。我堅定決心，靠住祢嘅恩寵——（喊緊）——不再犯罪，同埋避開犯罪嘅近機會。我堅定決心不再犯罪，同埋避開犯罪嘅近機會。（喊緊）——阿們。——阿們。我因父、及子、及聖神之名，赦免你嘅罪過。（喊緊）阿們。
（抽泣）冇事㗎。噓……（Kristen 大聲呼吸）（David 吸氣）冇事㗎。（嘆氣）DAVID：完咗喇。
DAVID：嗯。
對唔住。
唔好，唔好，係……係我唔啱。對唔住。對唔住。係我唔啱。唔好。等陣。Kristen！
（大叫）（玻璃破碎、撞擊聲）
（低語）：主啊，救救我。
主啊，救救我。（猛吸一口氣）
救我。
天主啊。
（輕聲）：救我。
救我。
唔好望。唔好轉身。我哋就咁做。我哋唔會再提呢件事，永遠都唔會再提。我哋唔可以再做。我渴望你，David。我從來未試過咁渴望一個人。你唔同我搞嘢，我唔會離開呢度。
就呢一次。（David 呻吟）噓。
媽咪！準備好喇，媽咪！媽咪！媽咪喺邊？
媽咪！開門呀。媽咪！幫我簽個名……
LAURA：我睇住佢……（唔清楚嘅嘈雜聲）
咩事呀？Lexis 做咗咩？
冇嘢。我哋啱啱傾緊偈。佢梗係最得寵嗰個啦。（重疊嘅嘈雜聲）好，噓。我要你哋聽我講一陣。但我哋會遲到喎。咁咪俾 Grandma 送你哋囉。呢件事好重要。好。Lexis 同我訂咗個約定。我哋需要你哋幫手令佢實現。Leland Townsend 放學後成日搵 Lexis。
你哋全部人都冇驚訝嘅樣，咁我估你哋知道呢件事？
（重疊嘅嘈雜聲）好，好，新一日開始。冇事嘅。我要你哋全部人明白：呢個人想害我哋。佢係個壞人，佢已經向我哋宣戰。我需要你哋四個一齊合作阻止佢。Leland 俾咗呢張字條 Lexis。你哋有冇人知呢個咩意思？
LAURA：水仙花？唔知喎。LILA：媽咪，呢個唔係花嚟咩？
我諗係……我完全唔知……噓。我而家當你哋係成熟啲嘅女仔咁同你哋講嘢，因為我需要你哋全部都係咁。明唔明？如果 Leland 再搵 Lexis，或者你哋任何一個，你要話我知。唔好等一個禮拜，唔好等一日。你要嗰一刻即刻打俾我。你哋明唔明？
明。KRISTEN：好。乖。咁過嚟攬下。喂，但係要快啲。（嘈雜聲）我愛你。而家去返學啦。好。去啦，去啦，去啦，去啦。（重疊嘅嘈雜聲）我哋返學喇。我好愛你哋每一個。好愛。LILA：Grandma？
LEXIS：多謝。拜拜，媽咪。拜拜。
媽咪？嗯？
我可能有啲嘢俾你。（大聲嘅咇咇聲，有節奏嘅格格聲）
嘩。我唔知你已經去到呢個地步。係。我哋準備好。今晚。我哋呢度保持喺 43 度。佢哋係咪想問教會攞錢？
唔係。佢哋想要一具屍體。（咇一聲，門嘅格格聲）Kristen 喺邊？
以為佢會喺度。可能遲到。湊啲女返學。BEVERLY：上到前面，你會留意到個艙，就係實驗對象嘅身體會放嘅地方。個實驗室環境咁大，係要防止外面嘅熱力或者輻射干擾我哋嘅結果。BEN：所有嘢好似唔太精確。全部都係隔熱嘅，要消除輻射能同輻射嘅交換。個艙下面——呢個咩嚟？
一台質譜儀，靈敏度去到一克嘅一秭分之一。所以你係喺死亡嗰一刻磅個身體？
咁會話到你知咩？你相信人體喺死亡嗰刻就完結，啱嘛？
BEN：係。咁理論上，當一個人死嗰陣，應該冇質量或者能量嘅損失。熱力學第一定律：身體喺死後即刻磅，應該同死前一樣重。嗯，除咗呼出嘅氣同其他體液。糞便、尿。但呢啲全部都會被困喺呢個容器入面，而且會喺死前死後磅晒。我嘅實驗係關於嗰啲解釋唔到嘅質量或能量損失。你想量度靈魂？
BEVERLY：我唔係一個有宗教信仰嘅人。你叫佢做靈魂，但我要量度嘅係……意識。如果一個人死嗰陣身體重量有損失，嗰啲係咩？
佢有幾重？佢去咗邊？
嗯。如果佢重量不變呢？
咁就冇咩好討論。死亡之後咩都冇。
BEN：喺 1901 年，一個叫 Duncan MacDougall 嘅醫生做咗個關於靈魂重量嘅實驗。佢用垂死嘅對象做實驗，喺死前死後磅佢哋。佢發現有 21 克嘅差異。咁呢個實驗之後有冇人重做過？
BEN：冇。KORECKI：點解冇？
BEN：佢俾科學界睇成唔認真。
KORECKI：因為佢係關於靈魂？
唔係。因為科學冇宗教議程。DAVID：如果佢冇宗教議程，咁點解唔嘗試複製呢個實驗？
因為你哋想用科學做枴杖。你哋想用佢嚟證明死後有生命。DAVID：唔係，但點解佢冇受到同量子物理一樣嘅對待？量子物理？
佢冇宗教議程。佢唔係要證明宗教。好，好，停。係，但呢個就係點解……停。呢位 Swan 博士——佢唔係想問我哋攞錢？
唔係。佢……佢想要啲就快死嘅人。（門開）
唔使因為我而停。繼續，David。我，呃……我冇其他嘢想講。嗯，有位神父喺善終院舍。佢有 ASPS，一種好罕見嘅癌症。醫生話佢得返 24 個鐘頭命。我同佢傾過呢個實驗，佢自願參加。
你哋點睇？
（Leland 清清喉嚨）等我試下緩和氣氛，如果你唔介意嘅話，主教大人。請。David，我知道你同我開頭相處得唔好，但係樞機主教叫我睇實你，留意責任問題。責任係我哋所有人都要孭嘅十字架。
嗨。對唔住我遲到。KORECKI：完全冇問題。我哋一直喺度討論呢個靈魂磅重實驗。LELAND：同埋要嗰位參與嘅神父簽一份免責聲明。係，Bouchard 小姐？
你好。你好。你介唔介意褪後幾步？
呢張咩嚟？禁制令。你已經被送達文件。主教，我哋唔可以唔用呢啲人身攻擊，嚟解決我哋之間嘅分歧咩？
Bouchard 小姐，冇呢個必要。哦，呢張禁制令唔係俾我㗎。我可以照顧自己。佢係俾我 11 歲嘅女。（驚訝）咩話？KRISTEN：Townsend 先生分別喺四個唔同場合喺學校搵我個女，而且佢叫佢保密唔好話我知。唔係，呢個……而且佢仲用手掂佢令佢唔舒服。我冇。你講咩呀？你係咪癲咗。好彩，我其中一個女影咗相，就係咁法庭先批我呢個禁制令。嗰……嗰個係誤解。嗯，我諗天主教會對於年長男人掂細路女冇咩問題，都係好事嚟。（清喉嚨）Leland，我哋出去傾一陣。唔係，呢啲……呢個係大話，主教大人。呢個只係……正如你話齋，Leland，責任係我哋所有人都要孭嘅十字架。（奏起貝多芬第五交響曲開頭音符）我哋出去傾一陣。
你冇事嘛？冇事。Lexis 嗰邊一切好嘛？
我哋正重回正軌。
咁其他嘢呢？
嗯，我哋冇嘢。
好。
Bouchard 小姐，我已經叫 Leland 暫時退開，等我哋可以調查。KRISTEN：多謝，主教大人。唔使，多謝你嘅耐性。仲有，David，如果你有時間，我需要你聽一個告解。
你點呀？
唔好意思，搞到大家咁大陣仗。嗰個邊個嚟？
我哋最新嘅神父，David Acosta。我想佢聽你嘅告解。嗯，你可以㗎。唔得，唔得，我哋太老友。咁有咩消息？
我係咪被批准咗？你批准咗。但呢次會係一個好孤獨嘅死亡，我想預先提醒你。你要一個人攤喺個艙入面。我會冇事。你覺得我嘅靈魂會有幾重？
（低語）：你會係重量級人馬。（輕笑）David？
神父，求你赦免我，因為我犯咗罪。我有過……我有過不潔嘅諗法。守獨身對我嚟講好難。
對所有人都難。IGNATIUS：唔係㗎，我個心充滿咗情慾。
成日諗住俾人攬住、攬住人，覺得冇愛嘅話，我嘅生命就冇意義。
你有天主嘅愛。
我從來感覺唔到。我為呢樣嘢祈禱過。但係如果只有黑暗，而我成世人做咗個蠢材呢？
我唔想死。（呼氣）
天主會保護你，保守你。
遊戲語音：恭喜你，蜥蜴 Lynda。有其他動物想同你做朋友。你想唔想見佢哋？
哈囉，Lynda。我係豬仔 Pollie。歡迎你。你起咗你間屋未呀？
未。
等我話你知應該喺邊度
How old are you, Lynda?
-11. What about you? -I'm 12. My parents are divorced. Are yours?
LYNDA: No, but my dad is away a lot.
That sucks. I like having someone to talk to. How about you?
-Me, too. -SHERYL: 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.
LYNDA: Me, too.
LYON: 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. -BEVERLY: To the right. -To the right. -MAN: Let's go! LYON: 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. -LYON: He's losing consciousness. -Father? -LYON: 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. (rhythmic beeping and whooshing, indistinct chatter) Uh-huh. You approve?
Yeah.
You were a good friend.
LYON: We're running out of time! Let's go! Let's go! -Good. Push him in. Let's go. -(groans softly)
BEVERLY: Great. Lower it slowly. Slowly. Be careful. -Thank you. -Yeah. Bring it down slowly. -Okay, let's go. -WOMAN: Clear the floor!
Let's go!
-MAN: Cardiac stats are live. -WOMAN: Stats live.
-Is the equipment in place? -MAN: Almost. -Where are we on the vitals? -LYON: 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. -BEVERLY: House lights! -House lights! -MAN: House lights! -(lights clack off loudly) BEVERLY: Seal turrets. -(clacking) -(whirring)
How do I talk to him?
Frank, can you hear me?
Nah. (mutters) Frank?
Where are you?
I'm watching you on a screen. First ring-- check. -MAN: Check! -Second ring-- -check. -Check! -BEVERLY: Third ring? -MAN: Check. BEVERLY: Fourth ring?
"When this body contained a spirit, a kingdom was too small to hold it." -BEVERLY: Seventh ring? -MAN: Check. "Now two paces to the vilest earth..." KRISTEN: "...is room enough." -BEVERLY: Tenth ring? -MAN: Check! What are you guys talking about?
-It is cold. -(beeping) -I know. -BEVERLY: All right, everybody, we're close. You've done everything you could. Let God take you. But if He won't?
He will, Frank. BEVERLY: Ready? Any second now. Where is your hand?
Where are you?
I'm here. LYON: Vitals are dropping rapidly. I'm holding you. Can't feel you. MAN: Up one bar! BEVERLY: Engage the scale.
Look sharp, guys. This is it!
61,008.66 grams pre-death. -Do I have confirmation? -WOMAN: Confirmation. BEVERLY: The radiation efflux: .055578. -Status? -Pulse 130, climbing; BP, 70/150. EEG irregular. Get ready. -(electrical pop) -BEVERLY: What was that?
DR. LYON: Check his weight. Everybody, get ready. We're about to go. 15 seconds tops. Frank, can you hear me?
LYONS: Pulse is continuing to climb.
LYONS: We are ten seconds away. Frank?
(exhales) -(loud, droning beep) -MAN: Yeah. Cardiac arrest. WOMAN: Got a flatline. Check on our time.
-Look. -MAN: We got movement, people. We've got movement on the scale. Can somebody check energy?
What's going on?
BEVERLY: 24 grams.
MAN: Lock it in. 24.63. -That's the difference. -(applause, whooping)
You got an issue, Doctor. -WOMAN: Oh, my God. -WOMAN 2: Detecting power grid. Yeah, you've got a power surge. Your particle sensors. No, that's not possible. Did we maintain the efflux?
WOMAN: Condition of the container maintained and providing vital and accurate readings. (overlapping chatter) -MAN: Okay. -MAN 2: Okay, track that. WOMAN: Now the contraction chamber coming in. -None of this makes sense. -Oh, my God.
BEN: What the hell?
MAN: This doesn't look right. Can someone give me an accurate reading, please? -WOMAN: This can't be right. -WOMAN 2: Vitals are not... Am I dead?
F-Frank?
Hello?
Hello?!
(car door closes) (car engine retreating)
Hey, it's Dad. (train engines rattling on tracks) I'll huff, and I'll puff.
Turn that off, Lexis. I can't hear. -(woman screaming on screen) -Whoa! You cannot see that. (train whistle blowing, train cars rattling on tracks)
Hello? Sheryl?
-(roaring) -♪ And I will never ♪ -♪ Be set free... ♪ -(groaning) -Dad? -Hey. -Are you okay? -Hey, Lynn. -What? -Just a second.
-Hi. -(laughing): 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?
-(indistinct chatter) -What happened?
We're trying to figure that out. I'm not dead! (laughs) Okay, maybe we should get you off there. -Come on. Come on. -Oh. Mwah. I always wanted to do that, and now I have. (laughs) (loud chewing) 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. (laughs) -ANDY: So what is this? -LAURA: Candy salad. -It's really healthy. -LYNN: 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?
LAURA: 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? -LAURA: 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?
(laughs) I want to do it, too. -You're too young. -I'm not. Okay, get your iPad.
(laughing): 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. -(laughs) 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. -(laughs) -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. -(scoffs) 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? (sighs) Help me, God.
Help me to see you when I die. David. (loud whispering): No! Kristen, we said once. No. But I didn't mean it, and you didn't, either. (sighs) Oh. This is insane. The way you fucked me last night. The way we came together. -(moans) -(sputters) -We can't keep doing this. -(moans) Sure we can. It's just you and me. Kiss me.
KRISTEN: Mmm. (both moaning)
-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. (both gasping) (moaning)
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. (laughs) 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. KRISTEN: 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. (chuckling): 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?
-(David laughs) -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. -DAVID: 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?
BEN: 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... -(sighs) ...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. (sighs) 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.
(door opens) (door closes) KURT: Kristen? Is that you out there?
Oh, my God, Kurt. -(laughs) -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... -(overlapping chatter) Okay, good. I'm closing the door. Do your homework!
-What are you doing? -Aah! -Moving the bed. -Why?
Feng shui. (inhales) -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?
LYNN: What?
ANDY: What's this?
-LYNN: 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.
-(knocking) -Okay, yeah. Just wait a minute. Wait a minute.
LILA: Dad, I have to go to the bathroom! -Just wait a second, okay? -(knocking) -Well, just wait there. -Please?
-No, Dad! -He said wait a minute. -Yeah, yeah. Just wait! -LAURA: Hurry, Dad! Please! -Hurry up! -(hissing) (liquid gurgling)
Okay. -LAURA: Dad! -(knocking) LEXIS: Please open! -(overlapping chatter) -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. LAURA: I have to go first! (door closes)
-MAN: Here we go. -(gasps) See some vitals. I want to see some vitals online. -Careful. -Right this way. (indistinct chatter) -Right here, okay? -(indistinct chatter) So who's this now?
This is Sister Gertrude. She's a nun from hospice, dying of heart disease.
Kristen. How lovely.
BEN: What are you doing here?
I've gotten a reprieve. Praise Jesus. BEN: 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. (overlapping chatter) -Yeah. -Okay, ready? Five, four. -ALL: Three, two, one. -(shriek) What's your favorite stuffed animal?
(overlapping chatter) (overlapping chatter) -For Christ's sake. -BP's 70/50, O2 sat down. -WOMAN: Six, three, check. -MAN: Check. LYON: Pulse 110, climbing. She's losing consciousness. -BEVERLY: Engage the scale. -(indistinct chatter) Pre-death: 48,235.66 grams. -Do I have confirmation? -(overlapping chatter) BEVERLY: Radiation efflux .055572. You still got a problem up there! No time! We're seconds away! LYON: She's in respiratory distress. Heart rate is irregular. She's going to go into cardiac arrest. -We're losing her! -(overlapping chatter)
-Whoa! -Radiation efflux .055572! -What's happening? -Just...
She's getting heavier?
BEVERLY: That-that can't be.
36 grams heavier.
That was crazy. BEN: 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. -BEN: 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. -BEN: Hmm. They both requested it. Why?
They're worried what will happen if they stay.
(phone clatters) -Fucking kids. (scoffs) -(phone buzzes) (stomps)
Save me.
DAVID: Hello?
KRISTEN (singsongy): 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. -(muffled grunting)