-What's that ambulance doing there?
-I don't know. I'll check it out.
-Evening, sir.
-How's it going, Griff?
I can't complain... and won't.
Is that him?
Yep. Might just be some crackpot but
I figured I should call you anyway.
Did he ask for me by name?
Nope, asked for the agent
in charge of
the "God's Hand" case. Said he had
some important info on it.
-Didn't say what?
-Nope. Said he'd only talk to you.
You the agent in charge of
the "God's Hand" case?
That's right.
Wesley Doyle.
That a picture
of you and your mother, huh?
I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't
take things off my desk.
Sorry about that.
Guess I've been in here a while.
Already had a look at all
your plaques and your citations.
Didn't really care
to have a look at those.
What can I do for you, Mr...?
Meiks.
My name's Fenton Meiks.
Now listen, this may sound
a little bit crazy but...
I know who
the "God's Hand" killer is.
All right, I'll bite.
Who?
You haven't even heard me out yet
and already you doubt me.
Why is that?
Because in a case like this
nobody just walks in the office
and tells you who the killer is.
It doesn't happen that way.
-Sometimes truth defies reason.
-Yeah?
So who is it then?
My brother.
What makes you think that?
I got a call from him...
last night.
Hello?
-Hello?
-Demons are taking over the world.
Adam?
I can't destroy them all.
-I can't take it anymore!
-Now, let's talk about this, Adam.
But there's nothing to talk about!
It's over...
whatever happens,
you have to take me to the rose
garden. You promised, remember?
-Now, that's just till...
-Remember?.
You promised!
Meat?
That's where all this took place.
It's about 200 miles west of here,
just north of Abilene.
Why did you go to Thurman?
To bury Adam,
in the rose garden.
Why would you do that?
I promised him I would.
A long time ago.
That's a pretty
wild story, Mr. Meiks.
I don't see what, if anything,
this has got to do with my case.
Adam is the "God's Hand" killer,
Agent Doyle.
He's the one you're looking for.
Did he tell you that before
he asked you to take him to Thurman?
If that's the case,
you left that part out.
I haven't finished yet.
-Oh, there's more?
-A lot more.
Excuse me a minute.
Meat Sheriff's office.
Can I talk to a sheriff, please?
This is Agent Doyle of the FBI.
He's not in right now.
May I help you?
Well, I've got a man here
in my office, name of Fenton Meiks.
Fenton Meiks?
What's he doing there?
-You know him?
-He caused a ruckus here earlier.
He stole an ambulance
and his brother's body too.
Did my story check out?
Yeah, it did.
So am I under arrest now?
You damn sure should be.
The sheriff's willing to forget it
if you bring that ambulance back.
Nobody wants to press any charges.
-Well you gotta love small towns.
-Why would you go to all that
trouble just to walk in here
and confess it to me?
I'm here because I can't live
with what I know anymore.
What exactly do you know?
That is your mother, isn't it?
-Yeah, it is.
-I knew it.
You got the same eyes.
Why don't we
get back to your story?
What makes you think
that your brother's
the "God's Hand" killer?
I know it was him.
How do you know?
It started back in Thurman.
It was near
the summer of 1979.
I got the joy, joy, joy, joy
down in my heart.
You're supposed to say, "Where?"
I don't want
to sing that dumb song.
You don't have to sing.
Just say "Where?"
All right. Where?
Not now. I'll point
to you when it's time.
I got the joy, joy, joy, joy
down in my heart.
-Where?
-Down in my heart.
-Where?
-Down in my heart.
I got the joy, joy, joy, joy
down in my heart.
And if the devil doesn't
like it, he can sit on a tack.
-Ouch!
-Sit on a tack.
-Ouch!
-Sit on a tack.
And if the devil doesn't like it,
he can sit on a tack today.
-Who was that chick that threw up?
-Katie Hagen. She's sure pretty.
-It was real messy though.
-Oh, yeah.
All over the floor!
And when the principal fell...
I got the joy, joy, joy, joy...
We lived right behind
the Thurman Public Rose Garden
in the house where they used to keep
the gardeners back in the fifties.
Dad had gotten a good deal on it
back when he and Mom got married.
The unexpected incident that
creates those dangerous moments.
The ropes were suddenly
off the alligator.
Adam was 3 years
younger than me.
Our Mom died
giving birth to him, so
I basically took care
of him ever since I can remember.
Our Dad worked as a mechanic
over in Jupiter.
He usually got home around 5.30
and we'd all have dinner together.
-Hey, kiddos.
-Hey, Dad.
Something sure smells good.
-How was your day?
-It was all right.
Let's eat.
-Whoa, Tiger. Save some for us.
-I sure love peas.
You must. You better be careful,
though. You might turn into one.
-How did you do on that math test?
-I barely passed.
Well, I was never
any good at math either.
Shoot, I still can't do
anything without a calculator.
Yeah, but there's going
to be another test next week.
-And that one's going to be harder.
-Hey, don't sound so glum.
Tell you what,
we'll sit down this weekend
and we'll see if we can't figure out
that junk together, okay?
All right.
Hey, Fenton. Can we go see
"Meatballs" after school tomorrow?
-We've already seen it.
-I want to see it again.
Nah, we're gonna go
see "The Warriors."
-Can't. It's rated R.
-We'll sneak in.
Teeth all brushed?
You sure about that, Adam?
All right.
Breath test time.
Dad!
I did
-brush them!
-I'm just joking with you, egghead!
Don't worry, Fenton. I know
you're too big for a goodnight kiss.
Sleep tight.
Don't let those bedbugs bite.
That's right.
Love you guys.
-Love you too, Dad.
-Night, Dad.
Night, Curtis.
I wanna see "Meatballs" again.
Fine, you can see "Meatballs"
and I'll see "The Warriors."
But I don't like
to watch movies by myself.
Too bad.
Please?
All right.
Just go to bed.
That was our family.
Just the three of us.
All of Mom and Dad's relatives had
died, so there was no one but us.
We didn't mind though.
We didn't need anybody else.
We were happy
together. Until...
-Fenton, wake up.
-Dad?
-I've got something to tell you.
-What's wrong?
It's okay.
Adam, wake up and listen.
I need you both
to listen to me very carefully.
Something's happened.
He said he'd had
a vision that night.
A vision from God.
An angel came to him
and told him
the truth of this world
and revealed God's
special purpose for our family.
The end of the world
is coming. It's near.
The angel showed me.
There are demons among us.
The devil has released them
for the final battle.
It's being fought right now.
But nobody knows it
except us and others like us.
-I'm scared, Dad.
-There's nothing to be afraid of.
We've been chosen by God. He will
protect us. He's given us special
jobs to do.
We don't fear these demons,
we destroy them.
We pick them up one by one, and
we pitch them out of this world.
That's God's purpose for us.
The angel called us "God's Hands."
So we're like superheroes?
That's right.
We're a family of superheroes
that are gonna help save the world.
But, Dad, that
doesn't make any sense.
I know it sounds that way,
son, but it's the truth.
So what are our superpowers?
Well...
we can see the demons
while other people can't.
The angel told me God would send us
Magical weapons?
I imagine so.
When do we get them?
I don't know.
The angel just said soon.
That's all I was told, except
we're not supposed to tell anybody.
Absolutely no one.
If we do, we put them
and ourselves in danger.
Fenton?
Don't worry, it's okay.
It's a lot to understand.
I waited to tell you until I had
a chance to figure it out myself.
But the angel said
I had to do it now.
Fenton?
I didn't know
what to say or how to feel.
Do you understand what I told you?
Judgment Day is here.
It was too messed up
to understand or even acknowledge.
Soon we'll all be in Heaven.
You, me, Adam. With Mommy.
I didn't realize it at the moment,
at least not consciously...
She's waiting
to see us in Heaven.
but my happy and mostly secure world
had just been flipped over.
-And there were dark things there.
-Judgment Day is here.
Very dark things.
We've been chosen by God.
And my little boy's mind
just couldn't take it.
Adam! Fenton!
Up and at'em, boys!
Morning, kiddo.
Hey, come on,
lazybones. It's late.
We overslept.
Let's go.
Snap to it and
get dressed. I gotta get to work.
Drop you guys off on the way.
What's wrong with you?
Nothing.
Hey, let me have a bite of that.
None of us mentioned it.
It was only a dream, a nightmare.
Nothing that crazy could be real.
Everything was okay,
just like before.
Have a good day at school, boys.
And remember not to tell anyone.
We won't, Dad. Bye.
Okay, now. I want you all to copy
down this sentence. We're gonna go
through the structure.
"The girl in
the blue dress..."
I refused to believe it.
-"walked..."
-That next week was a dream too.
"her...
brown dog."
Like when Dad started bringing
home the "magical" weapons.
He was on his way to work...
when God called to him.
Be careful.
I still can't understand
what these gloves are for though.
Just a long, long dream.
I want you to write this down at the
Top of your pages in big letters.
Boys! Boys, look at this.
We got them all.
It won't be long now.
The angel came again
last night and told me
that God will be sending us
a list of the first 7 demons soon.
It wasn't real.
It couldn't be.
I just had to wait it out.
-Come over here a minute, Fenton.
-I'm washing dishes.
That can wait. Come here.
I want to talk to you.
I know you've had some trouble
adjusting to everything.
And I'm sorry.
But God has willed this
and we must obey God.
Maybe you just dreamed it.
I didn't dream it. I wouldn't
make up something like that, son.
Maybe...
Maybe you're not
right in the head.
It happened, Fenton.
It's true.
You'll see that soon.
That's what I wanted to talk
to you about. I got the first list.
The angel came to him
while he was at work.
Dad,
-these are people's names.
-That's right.
And they'll look
like people too.
But they're not.
The angel said
when I lay my hands on them
I'll reveal them
for what they truly are.
That's what the gloves are for.
I get them and bring them
back here with the gloves on,
and once they're back here, I take
the gloves off and reveal them.
You'll see.
Then you'll believe.
Does anyone know
what this word means?
Do you remember
what this word means?
The dream had finally ended.
It was all real.
And I had to stop him.
The obvious answer was to tell
someone what he was planning.
But I couldn't do that.
I loved him even
if he had gone crazy.
Dad, look, I got a list too.
Where did you get this, Adam?
God gave it to me.
Isn't Travis Shed that boy that was
picking on you at school last week?
He's a demon.
Tell the truth, Adam.
You made this list up
yourself, didn't you?
-No, God did.
-Adam?
Come on, right here.
Now, listen to me, son.
You can't make stuff like that up.
We destroy demons.
If we were to use your list,
we'd be killing people.
And we can never do that.
Now, destroying demons
is a good thing.
Killing people is bad.
You understand?
I'm sorry, Dad.
That's all right.
It's okay.
You just got to have
a little patience. Don't worry.
God will send you
your own list when you're older.
Okay. Go do some homework.
The only thing
left to do was to tell.
That was easier said than done.
Dad had promised to take us
to the movies that night,
but he didn't come home from work.
When's Dad coming home?
I don't know.
Think he's destroying a demon?
-It's all make-believe, Adam.
-No, it's not. It's true.
Listen to me. None of that demon
junk is real. Daddy just made it up.
-No, he didn't.
-He did too.
Just like Santa Claus.
You remember when you caught Dad
putting our presents under the tree?
It's just like that.
Adam,
have I ever lied to you?
All right, look.
Dad made up this whole thing. The
names on his list are real people.
Do you understand?
-But why would he make it up?
-I don't know.
But I think we should leave.
You mean... run away?
Will you go with me?
Only for
-a little while.
-I don't want to leave Dad.
Neither do I.
But we might have to.
Why?
Dad's gonna kill somebody.
Son, come over here.
Come on, I need your help.
Dad?
Come on out here, Adam.
Shine that light over here.
Hey, Dad, who is that?
That's a demon, son.
Come on in here, boys.
It's all right.
Goon, don't be afraid.
God came to him earlier that day
and told him that the time had come.
After work he drove
down to Jacksonville,
about 45 minutes or so
southwest of Thurman.
He said he'd never been there before
but he had no problem finding it.
God was leading him.
-Cynthia Harbridge?
-Yes?
-Dad, don't. Please don't.
-Fenton,
if I could spare
you this, I would.
But we are God's servants
and His will must be served.
Don't be afraid, son.
Is that true?
Why would I make it up?
Where's your father now?
Dead.
Sir, I was thinking
about heading out.
Unless you need me to stay.
No.
That's all right.
You go ahead.
Have a good night, sir.
So he killed that woman
right there in front of you?
But not to his way of thinking.
You see, to him he hadn't killed
a woman, he'd destroyed a demon.
He believed that when
he laid his hands on her,
it revealed her sins.
Dad, don't! Please!
No, Adam.
Do it like this.
It's gotta be done
in a certain way.
The angel was real specific.
Why out here
in the rose garden?
God chose it.
Just like He chose us, I suppose.
Don't cry for her, Fenton.
She wasn't human.
Didn't you see
when I touched her?
I saw it, Dad.
You killed her.
I didn't kill her, son.
I destroyed her.
She was a demon.
You know, I wasn't so sure
I could do it myself.
I mean, she looked like
a woman to me too.
But after I touched her,
all I could see was the evil.
And I had to do it.
I'm sorry you
didn't see it too.
You will next time.
You... you're gonna do it again?
This is our job now, son.
You've got to accept that.
I won't let you.
-We are doing God's work here.
-I'll tell.
If you do, someone will die.
The angel was clear on that.
Do you understand?
Answer me, Fenton.
Do you understand?
So you didn't tell?
No. I should have,
but I was afraid.
I mean, I loved my father,
but I was terrified of him.
So now you understand
why I know my brother
is the "God's Hand" killer?
Have you got
any physical proof?
I read in the paper
that only one of the bodies of the 6
victims had been found. Is it true?
You read it
in the papers, didn't you?
It doesn't necessarily
mean it's true.
Well, in this case it does.
See, the first victim
was found mutilated
with a note saying that
God's Hand had taken him.
All the rest, only notes
were found. No bodies.
How do you know they're dead?
Oh, we don't for sure.
But the first note said we wouldn't
find any more bodies from then on.
Said
he wanted to keep them.
I got a pretty good idea
where the rest of them bodies are.
The rose garden?
Now why didn't you
tell me that in the first place?
Would you have believed me?
Come on.
Here.
What's this?
Put them on.
Or I'll put them on for you.
Let's go.
So tell me something.
Why didn't you come see me sooner?
You're gonna wanna
get on 30 east up here.
I can't imagine how you can keep
something like that inside so long.
I guess I avoided it
because I wanted to.
You never did tell me why it is you
just keep one picture of your mother
in your office.
My mother was murdered a couple days
after that picture was taken.
Butchered by some whacked-out
killer like your dad.
Did they ever catch him?
No.
Is that why you took this job?
You're pretty good at this.
You ever think about becoming a cop?
Well, you know,
when I was a kid.
Well, you got
the instincts for it.
A cop's gotta have
good instincts.
You know what mine
are telling me now?
You're hiding
something from me.
What is it
you think I'm hiding?
Why don't you just keep talking?
Maybe I'll figure it out.
You okay, Dad?
I'm all right, son.
Here I come.
Dad, why did God
let this happen to me?
Don't blame God, Davy.
It wasn't His fault.
God let me do it.
What God lets you do is decide
for yourself what you will do.
-You're not a puppet with strings.
-No.
So God doesn't make
you do anything.
He wants you
to decide for yourself.
After that night,
nothing much happened.
Dad didn't mention it
anymore. Neither did Adam.
Once a full month had gone by, I'd
completely convinced myself it was
over and everything
was gonna be all right.
-Bye.
-See you all later.
Did you see
"Dukes of Hazard" last night?
Remember when Daisy Duke bent over?
I like Boss Hogg.
He's funny.
Man, I'd do anything
to really see her tits.
-Ahhh... you said "tits."
-Shut up, Adam.
You wanna spend the night tonight?
We can wrap Corey's house.
-I'll have to ask Dad though.
-My mom can ask if you want.
-Sure.
-I'll see you in a little bit.
-Bye.
-Hey, what's "wrap" mean?
Tell you later.
Come on, I'll race you.
Come on!
No, I'm gonna go
round on the road.
-Dad?
-In here.
Whose van is that out there?
Ours. Ain't she a beauty?
You friend's mom just called.
I told her not tonight.
We got some work
To do in the morning.
Dad told us that there were moments
when people could just disappear
without anyone knowing
where they went or why.
He said those were the moments
when God's Hands could take you.
According to Dad, nothing,
not even a camera, could catch us.
We were invisible
when we were God's Hands.
What do we do now, Dad?
We'll get him when he comes out
just like I told you, remember?
Fenton?
-I can't do this, Dad.
-"Can't" never could do anything.
-I can do it, Dad.
-You sure can,
tiger.
-Well, what if someone sees us?
-They won't.
-It's broad daylight.
-God will blind them for us.
There he is, boys.
-Come on, Fenton.
-Dad, I can't.
Yes, you can. Now move.
Do what I tell you!
Please, Trixie!
Trixie, come on!
Come, Trixie!
Trixie, come on!
What you doing, boy?
My dog...
she's under your car.
Oh, well, let's see.
Help me grab his legs.
Help me grab his legs now!
Come on!
Edward March.
You think that's
an innocent man there,
don't you?
Well, it's not.
You didn't think anyone
knew about that, did you?
-But God saw you.
-Dad, don't! Please!
Quiet!
And you can't escape God's wrath!
Can't believe
you still didn't see it.
He was the murderer
of little children, Fenton.
Babies.
Babies.
He's the murderer.
We gotta get out of here, Adam.
-What do you mean?
-Gotta run away.
Told you we might have to.
I don't wanna run away.
-We have to.
-Why?
Listen to me, Adam.
-Dad kills people.
-No, he doesn't.
-He's a demon slayer.
-That's all lies, Adam.
No, it's not.
I see it when he touches them.
No, you don't. Dad's brainwashed
you. It's all a big lie.
He's a murderer
and you help him.
No! We're just serving God's will.
I'm telling Dad on you!
Adam! Adam! Adam!
Get up and get dressed.
And don't wake your brother.
Sit down.
Your brother told me
what you said last night.
I want you to know I've never
killed anything in my whole life.
That's a lie
and you know it.
I did a lot of thinking
and praying after you went to bed.
I asked the angel to visit you.
But instead he visited me.
And he told me something...
I don't want to believe.
What?
It doesn't matter.
Because together you and I
are gonna prove him wrong.
You just don't have any faith.
That's why
you can't see the truth.
But we're gonna change that.
I want you to dig
a hole right here.
Need to be
about 10 feet deep and
The length and the width
should form a perfect square.
-What?
-You heard me.
Why?
Because I'm your father and you'll
do what I tell you. Understand?
-Do you?
-Yes, sir.
All right. I expect half that to be
dug by the time I get home tonight.
-Dad, I can't do that.
-Pray!
I started digging that goddamn
hole, but I did not pray.
I would not.
I hated God,
I despised Him.
My hatred helped me dig,
kept me going.
Dad's or God's or whoever's plan
it was, it would not work on me.
I knew what Dad
was doing was wrong,
and nothing
was gonna change that.
Fenton?
Sorry I told on you.
-You tell him about running away?
-No.
Will you go with me then?
There's no reason to go.
-He's a killer.
-No, he's not.
I've been praying for you.
Have you been praying?
Nope, and I'm not going to!
-But Dad said...
-I don't care what Dad said!
He might be able to make me dig
this hole but he can't make me pray.
Just get out of here
and leave me alone.
I'll help you if you promise
you won't tell Dad.
-I don't want your help.
-But there's another
-shovel in the shed.
-Get out of here!
Butthole!
I wanted to run away...
far away, but
I still couldn't leave Adam,
no matter how crazy Dad was turning.
Besides, there was nowhere to go.
-Finally gave up, huh, kiddo?
-I'll be there again in the morning.
Come on,
I didn't mean it like that.
I don't want
to fight with you, son.
I'm not doing this to hurt you.
Wish you could understand that.
What's the matter with you?
-Nothing.
-Let me see your hands.
-They're fine.
-Let me see them.
Didn't you wear gloves today?
I didn't need them. I'm fine.
Here.
Help ease the pain.
I said I was fine.
I know you're mad at me but that's
no reason to cause yourself pain.
I got an extra pair
of work gloves in the shed.
I want you to use
these from now on.
It won't do you any good now that
you've wrecked your hands, but
a couple of days
and you'll be fine.
I want you to know
I'm proud of you.
And I know God's
proud of you too.
Take some time off and let
those blisters callous over.
Then you can get
back to it, all right?
Well, good night then.
Come on, tiger.
Bedtime.
Fenton gets to stay up.
Please, Dad?
Come on.
Brush your teeth. I'll be in
to say goodnight in a minute.
I kept digging.
My hands bled,
but I wouldn't stop.
I kept at it morning,
noon and night for 5 days.
And by the sixth day,
that hole was as dark
as my hatred for Dad's God.
Well, you finished it all right.
Betcha you didn't pray once
the whole time, did you?
Nope.
We started the cellar after that.
At least that's
what Dad called it.
But I knew better.
We were building
a dungeon down there.
We basically built
a big wooden box in the ground.
Good, boys. Get it
over there. Cover it good.
Dad said it would hold.
He said God would see to it.
Get back here
and help me push!
Come on. Keep it going!
Push it! Go! Go!
Keep it moving! Keep it moving!
You boys did good.
Especially you, Fenton.
No. I just did as I was told.
-Well, what do you think?
-All right.
The next night he brought
home another demon.
Get down there.
It has to be done.
It's God's will.
Come on,
do it like I showed you...
the neck first, Fenton!
Fenton, get back here!
Boy!
Fenton!
I half expected angels or God to
come out of the night and stop me.
But I had to do it.
It had to end.
-Hello?
-1034 to any and all units
in the vicinity of Garden.
We have complaints of a 501 driving
on the alternate side of the street.
Hello?
Hello?
Take it easy, boys.
Don't break my door down.
Well, what's your problem?
Craziest thing
I've heard in a long time.
-What are you doing?
-Calling your dad.
-You can't.
-Yes, I can. You ought to be ashamed
-making up stories like that.
-But, it's true! I can show you!
Come on.
Let's go.
-It's around back, under the shed.
-That's enough of that now, boy.
-I'll put an end to this. Come on.
-No... he's around back.
See what your dad's got
to say about all this.
What's the trouble, sheriff?
Sorry to wake you, but your boy
here seems to have a problem.
Come on in.
I was about to head over to Lake
Thompson, to get a jump on the bass.
And he comes running in
with this wild story.
-Yep. It's quite a tale all right.
-It's the truth and you know it.
It makes me mad to think that he
told everyone down
at your office too.
You can set your mind at ease about
that. I was the only one there.
Course, I don't believe
a word of it.
What does get me,
though, is why would he
make up such a crazy story?
I don't know why he made it up.
Probably did it to get back at me
for punishing him earlier.
Did you tell him about that?
He's lying.
Just check the shed.
I don't know what to do with him.
Well, they hit puberty, seem
to lose all respect for you.
Me and my boys survived it.
You will too.
Just check the shed or the rose
garden. I could show you where
-they're buried.
-Why don't you just quit all this?
Please, I can show you.
Maybe we ought to check
the shed just to quiet him down.
Well, if it has to be done,
it has to be done.
What do you think, kiddo?
Does it have to be done?
See?
I figured we ought to have a storm
cellar. Goon down and check it out.
Just watch your step.
I'm not much of a carpenter.
I don't see a thing.
He was here.
You realize the trouble you could
get into over a thing like this?
They must have moved him
because he was here.
Adam. Adam's got him
somewhere, I know it.
-I think I've seen enough.
-But...
I could show you where
the bodies are buried.
Please!
You gotta believe me!
May God welcome you
and keep you.
I never killed
a man before tonight.
I've seen you kill plenty.
Those were demons.
That was a man.
Why can't you see that?
-You didn't have to kill him.
-I had to protect our mission.
There is no mission!
That man is dead because of you.
You see him?
Look at him!
He's dead because
you have no faith.
Do you understand
what you made me do?
-You made me commit murder!
-I didn't make you do anything!
You did!
You're crazy!
Shut up!
You're scared!
Dad, no!
Dad, don't!
l... I can't.
It's all right, Dad.
Don't cry.
Wait a minute, Fenton.
Go on inside, son. I'll be there
in a minute to tuck you in.
Goon, it's all right.
Go.
Come into the shed.
Come in and shut the door.
Are you afraid?
-Of what?
-You.
Only demons should fear me.
And you're not
a demon, are you?
The angel said you were.
But I can't believe that.
I won't.
You're my son.
And I love you more
than my own life.
You know what's funny
about all this, Fenton?
I'm afraid of you.
Go on.
-But, Dad.
-I don't want to do this, Fenton,
but I have to.
I had to kill a man tonight.
I can't let that happen again.
But, Dad,
I promise I won't tell.
I can't trust you.
I wish I could.
Now goon.
But, Dad, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry too but this has to be
done. Now you get on down there
or I'll put you
down there myself.
-But, Dad...
-Go!
No!
No! No!
Dad, please!
Dad! Dad! No, please!
-No! Please, Dad!
-You'll stay till you see the truth.
-Please, Dad, don't! Please, no!
-Pray to God, Fenton.
-Please, no!
-Only He can help you now.
Please, don't
do this, Dad! No!
Please! Please,
it's me, Fenton, okay?
Please don't do this.
It's me. It's me, Fenton.
I'm not a demon! Please!
Please, please!
Please, no! Please!
Please, don't do this.
No! No! No, please, Dad!
Fenton?
Fenton!
Fenton, you all right?
Adam?
Adam, is that you?
Adam?
Adam, you gotta
get me out of here.
I can't.
But I'm hungry
and I gotta go to the bathroom.
Dad won't let me feed you.
I brought you
some water though.
He says you can
have a cup a day.
But I'll bring you
more if I can.
Look, Adam, he's gonna kill me.
You gotta get me out of here.
I can't.
Put your mouth
to the knothole right here.
You ready?
Here.
You want some more
or you want me to save it
-for later?
-More! More!
-You've gotta get me out of here.
-Dad says
you'll probably be out
of there by the end of the week.
You just have
To accept God's will.
A week?
I can't stay
-in here that long.
-I'll pray for you.
Adam?
Adam? Adam?
The days came and went.
I counted them by the light through
the hatch door and Adam's visits.
I only slept when
I passed out from exhaustion.
What about your dad?
Didn't he ever come back
To at least check on you?
On the seventh day.
Has God spoken to you yet?
There is no God.
I lost count of the days
after that. It felt like weeks.
I finally went beyond fear
into total insanity.
I saw God.
He had finally
sent me a vision.
It was then that I understood my
destiny just like Dad said I would.
Dad! Fenton's not answering!
Fenton? Fenton?
Fenton!
Fenton.
What? Come on, kiddo.
Give me that water.
Easy, boy.
Easy. Easy.
Here you go, kiddo.
Here you go, buddy.
Dad?
I saw God!
Just try to take a little sip.
Slow down there. Don't want to eat
too fast, you'll make yourself sick.
So did God
tell you about the demons?
Sorry I ever doubted you.
I'm sorry too, son.
What did God look like?
-Kind of hard to describe.
-Was He big?
Adam,
let your brother eat in peace.
He can't explain something
-like that.
-But I want to know.
-Then maybe you should pray for it.
-It's not fair.
All I've ever seen are demons,
and he gets to see God.
That's right. But look at
the price he paid.
That's all behind us now.
It's a new day.
Isn't it, Fenton?
So we gonna go
get us a demon now?
After a while.
When Fenton's ready.
A week later I was ready.
My first demon was to be
Brad White from Dallas.
-There it is.
-I see it.
You're sure
you're ready for this?
Yes, sir.
I bought these for you. You'll need
them now that God has spoken to you.
-All right, let's go.
-I want to go too, Dad.
Not this time, Adam. You stay
here and keep your eyes peeled.
Don't worry.
Your time will come.
Let's go.
-Sorry to bother you but...
-Yeah?
My mom and I, we got
a flat on our van.
-Yeah.
-Well, I was wondering if you had
a tire iron. We went off
and left ours at home.
Hey, pal, what's
with the gloves?
Oh, to change the tire.
-Don't want to get your hands dirty?
-Yeah.
Brad, who is it?
Mind your business,
you fucking bitch!
Goddamn women.
Yeah, I think
I got one for you.
-Out back.
-Great.
Back here.
Let's see.
Here it is.
Shit!
Grab his legs.
Brad White?
You know, Fenton,
I've been waiting for this moment
ever since all this started.
I'm ready to fulfill
my destiny.
I'm proud of you, son.
Fuck you!
You fuck!
Get your fucking hands away!
Get the fuck off!
Destroy him!
Dad!
Dad, no, no, no!
No!
I buried him
in the rose garden.
We went to the sheriff's
office a week later
and told them
that Dad just didn't
come home one day.
They filed a missing persons
but they didn't find anything.
After a while they sent us
to separate orphanages.
So,
nobody ever knew
about any of this?
No.
Not until now.
What about Adam?
He didn't tell anybody?
Mind if we just sit here? I don't
much feel like talking anymore.
Tell me more about that promise
you made to your brother.
It was later on that night.
Adam?
If you ever destroy me,
promise me you'll bury me here.
I promise to God
I'll bury you here.
I don't get it.
He promised you that
he'd bury you here?
Yeah.
If he killed you.
No, not killed. Destroyed.
Don't make any sense.
Yes, it does.
If that man standing
in front of you is Adam Meiks.
So you killed all those people.
No. No, I told you before, I've
never killed anyone in my life.
Fenton was the killer.
Just stop the bullshit
and tell me the truth.
You'll understand soon.
Just let me show you
where I buried Fenton.
Hold it.
You take it real slow.
That's it.
This is the spot.
There's too many graves here.
There's only six victims.
Fenton didn't bury
his victims here.
He kept them as trophies
in his basement.
This is where I put demons.
You thought
your brother was a demon?
He was.
That's why he couldn't
see the truth.
Dad knew it too.
He just couldn't accept it.
You see, God asked Dad
To destroy his son,
much like He asked Abraham
to sacrifice his son Isaac.
But Dad couldn't do it.
And God didn't take pity
on Dad like He did Abraham.
So He handed down
The duty to me.
Fenton knew I'd come. That's why
he left those notes to lure me in.
I guess he figured when the killings
made the news that I'd come for him.
But I had to wait
till God put him on my list.
To come before that
would have been murder.
Adam?
Jesus Christ, you really
do believe all this stuff.
I've always believed.
That's all lies, Adam.
No, it's not. I see it
when he touches them.
You're just crazy as hell.
Fenton or Adam
or whatever your damn name is.
I don't really give a fuck.
All I need to know right now
is you're a murdering
son of a bitch.
And I got you.
Maybe.
But that's not gonna bring
your mother back, is it?
She's dead
and her killer
got away, didn't he?
Goddamn you.
Dirty little son of a...
How did you know?
You were on my list.
You didn't think anybody
knew about that, did you?
God knew.
That's why he sent me.
I'm an FBI agent.
They'll come looking for me.
No, they won't.
They'll keep
looking for Fenton.
You're going to be
his last victim.
They've seen you.
They'll know it was you.
God will protect me.
I can't talk right now, I can't.
I'll get back to you.
-Here.
-Thank you.
Are you sure neither one of you
can remember what he looks like?
Look, I told you
it's just a blur.
I can't understand it. I looked
right at him. I shook his hand.
Dave, we've got a problem.
You've got to take a look at this.
There he is.
We got you now, buddy.
-What is this?
-All the tapes look like this.
Goddamn it!
-We're running the name he gave you.
-It's got to be a fake name.
Sounds fake. Fenton Meiks.
Fenton Meiks, this is the FBI!
We're coming in! Go! Go!
Clear!
-Anything?
-No.
All right, let's dust it.
Oh, my God.
There's no one here, sir.
We found this
in the basement.
Is he down there too?
Not him.
1034, possible 1070...
Excuse me.
Didn't hear you come in.
How can I help you?
I'm with the FBI. I need to speak
to the sheriff. Is he in?
Sure thing.
Sheriff?
-Would you like some coffee?
-No, I'm fine, thanks.
-Well, hey, Curtis.
-Afternoon, Becky.
Sheriff?
Yeah.
I'm agent Griffin Hull of the FBI.
I need to ask you
Some questions about your brother.
Fenton?
Yes, sir.
Why don't you
come on around back?
Well, I appreciate you coming by
to tell me personally.
I just wanted you to know
before we go public.
Well, listen, if there's anything
I can do, don't hesitate to call.
I think we got it
pretty well covered from here.
But again, if you can think of
anything, or if he contacts you...
-Of course.
-All right.
You're a good man, Agent Hull.
Everything okay, Adam?
Everything's just fine, Becky.
God's will has been served.
Praise God.