Bury the Devil

Help!

No! Please, no!

Please, no!

That's beautiful. What is it?

Sarah's favorite.

She'd climb up on the dining room table

and sing that hymn every time we had guests.

Oh.

Here you are.

Oh, thank you.

Julia.

Right.

Um, are those my keys?

No.

Evelyn. I keep mace on there.

They're mine. No.

I wouldn't want you hurting yourself.

What?

Evelyn, please.

Thank you.

Why do you carry mace?

Um, I live alone, so.

But you live with me now.

It's getting late. We should get you to bed soon.

I'll just check your blood pressure first, okay?

Okay.

I want you to put your hand right here.

Hm.

Is that comfortable?

So, is Sarah your daughter?

You know, we never locked our doors when we were young.

We had no need to.

That must've been nice.

It was nice.

We'd be out all day, wandering.

Come home in the evening and our parents never worried.

Maybe they did. Maybe you just didn't notice.

Maybe.

Okay.

Am I okay?

Yeah. 116 over 75.

You're good.

Hmm.

Just hold on.

Okay.

Good.

There's a storm coming.

Yeah.

I was supposed to fix your room.

Oh, it's fine. My room was made up.

Thank you.

Are you done?

Yes.

Okay. That smells nice.

Mm-hmm.

Did we uh, did I show you around?

I have everything I need. Thank you.

All right. Hmm.

I forget sometimes.

How are you feeling?

Like hell.

Well, I'll be right in the next room

if you need anything.

Thank you. Uh...

Julia.

Yes, Julia, and I'm so sorry.

No. No apologies. It's fine.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, Sarah.

Now I lay me down to sleep.

I pray for all the souls I keep.

Shit!

Uh, shit.

Hi, Dad.

No, I'm not ignoring you. I'm working.

No, Dad, I told you I probably--

I'm not gonna make it.

I'm not avoiding it.

It's just, I-- I just got this job.

I can't leave a few days in.

I don't know.

I can't believe you're asking this.

Dad, I don't know.

Ew. No, never mind.

I said I don't know, because it's not

that kind of job.

It could be a few days, a few weeks.

Of course, I miss her. What kind of question is that?

Yeah, I get it, but...

Well, what does it matter?

No one's seen me there in years.

Uh, Dad, come on. I don't go anymore.

You know that.

Well, what difference does it make?

It doesn't change anything. Mom knew I loved her!

Dad? Dad?

Listen, I need to go, so I'll call you again tomorrow

and we can talk about this then, okay?

Yes, I promise.

Okay. I love you, too.

Okay, bye.

Jesus.

Like, what is not clear about, I'll call you to--

What are you doing in my house?

Evelyn?

How do you know my name?

I'm your nurse. I just helped you to bed.

We spoke about Sarah, your daughter.

How about you give me that, yeah?

Let's put it back by the fireplace.

What do you think? Yeah? Please.

Did you paint that?

Yes.

Very talented. I'm quite terrible.

You're an artist?

Nothing serious.

Are those yours, too?

Mm-hmm.

I'd love to see your other paintings.

-You can hold onto that if it makes you feel better. -Mm-hmm.

Is that okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Go first.

Right. Yeah, sure.

Okay.

Wow.

I love the-- the detail on this one.

Mm.

You have a real eye for color.

The way they contrast each other.

I would've never guessed these go together, but they do.

My mom taught me everything.

She had an eye like you do.

Is this you?

Long time ago.

And that's your family?

Yeah.

Hmm.

Anthropology.

That's the study of culture, right?

Art and rituals, and things like that?

Oh, Randall gave me that for our first anniversary.

He got it at a, uh, an art supply store

and then he buried it at our picnic spot.

Is Randall the guy in the photo?

Yeah. He-- he painted, too,

but he took this photograph

of me just before our wedding.

That's the biggest smile I've ever seen.

Yeah.

He must've been very special.

We were happy.

Hey, it's getting late.

How about we get back, we get you back to bed?

I'll put this back.

I'm sorry.

No, it's fine.

Julia?

Yeah.

You okay?

Watch your step.

Here we are.

There you go.

Oh.

Thank you, Julia.

What happened to your hands?

Oh.

Oh, nothing.

Just old scars.

Hmm.

That is one gorgeous necklace.

Oh, why thank you. It was my mother's.

Is that gold?

Um, I think so, yeah.

What a lovely piece.

Oh, my.

Do you think you could help me down?

Of course.

That's it. There we go.

Oh, my.

Ooh, you know, all my bones creak.

Okay.

Ooh.

Hmm, pray with me.

Pardon?

Pray with me.

I used to think that prayer was ridiculous, too,

before Sarah, but somehow asking

an all-powerful being for something seems arrogant.

Hmm.

But there is grace in supplication.

Hmm?

I don't really pray to God anymore.

Who said anything about God?

Thank you, dear. Now clasp your hands.

Now I lay me down to sleep.

Go on.

Now I lay me down to sleep.

I pray for all the souls I keep.