The Crucifix: Blood of the Exorcist

Freyja!

Silence!

Renounce your gods, heathen!

Renounce your gods!

- Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle,

be our protection against the wickedness

and snares of the devil.

May God rebuke him, we humbly pray

and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host,

by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan

and all of the other evil spirits that prowl about the world

seeking the ruin of souls.

I curse you.

You will never see your Valhalla!

Odin owns you all!

Amen!

Oh.

Wakey-wakey.

We're almost there.

Ah, look how beautiful it is.

Yeah, I can feel it.

We're gonna be happy here.

We both will.

Oh, you can take the man out of Scotland.

Any requests?

- Where'd the builders leave the key?

- Er, the key is in the flowerpot.

See, you wouldn't get that in London would you?

We'd be on some Home Invasion TV.

There we go.

We'll be as snug as a bug in no time.

Ah, my new edition's arrived.

Looks good, eh?

And you've got a wee letter from your priest.

Praise be.

So, what do you think?

Sara?

Oh, sorry.

Um.

It's just a lot

to take in.

Aye.

Well,

why don't you go and take a nice bath

and I'll take my new toy out for a spin?

Eh?

You're obsessed.

Yeah, true.

But the new blog's not going to write itself.

I'll be back in a bit.

- Luke, do you want to come inside?

Fergus?

Can you watch Luke for me?

Fergus! Did you hear me?

Fergus!

For fuck's sake.

- You've done your research then.

This is Croc a'ghasigichy, Warrior's Hill,

where a thousand years ago

local clansmen fought the savages.

Buaidh no Bàs

Victory or death.

Where's my manners?

I'm Elsa, Elsa Campbell.

Of course.

You, you cared for my father.

For my sins, aye.

Hello.

- It's good to see you're of the same stock, Fergus.

The village doesn't take too kindly to outsiders,

but we do take care of our own.

Anyway, I shan't keep you.

Could you pass these to your wife for me?

Poor thing, she must be beside herself with grief.

In fact, prepare the purple thistle.

It'll do wonders for her mood.

Heavenly Father, I thank you.

In the hardest of times you are here.

When I am alone,

afraid,

sad,

you are here.

When I am confused,

ashamed,

or hurt.

You are here.

You are with me.

You are here.

Amen.

What a way to go, eh?

Poor sod.

Is it real?

It could be a prank I suppose,

but I mean, it looks real.

It's quite the find if it is.

- You should never have dug him up.

Why?

Why?

Because we're not grave robbers, Fergus.

And...

I mean, what if that was Luke's grave?

Eh? What then?

Come on.

Why?

Because the dead don't deserve the same courtesy?

Or is your blog more important than that?

No, of course not.

Good.

That's settled then.

I'll call Father Stewart in the morning.

- What, as an expert of ancient artefacts?

- No. As an expert in burying people.

Not digging them up.

I'm going to bed.

Goodnight.

Hello?

Hello?

I can hear you!

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Who are you talking to?

Did you not hear that?

Did you hear that? There was a...

What?

There was a,

there's a banging coming from,

from in here.

There was, did you not hear it?

It's locked.

- I swear, there was a banging coming from in here.

I'm not going crazy.

- It's been a long day, let's just...

Just c'mon.

Right then.

Goodnight, love.

Night.

Ah, that smells good.

- Smoked and poached just like you like it.

I made you some coffee too.

- Wow, you really are spoiling the nutter.

No.

It's just a strange night.

Hmm.

Strangest.

- Besides, you know what they say?

Hmm?

- Things that go bump in the night generally don't.

Anyway, tuck in.

I've got a skull to go clean.

Yecch!

Rough night, huh?

Yeah.

Okay.

Let's just get you cleaned up.

Where are you coming from?

Come on.

Come...

- Friends, today I want to talk about forgiveness.

The cornerstone of our faith

and a virtue that remains essential

to the well-being of our souls.

Friends, as a teenager, I was bullied.

Okay, I was different.

I wanted to be a priest

when everyone around me wanted to be anything but.

I was a decent child

just cast aside.

My life would never truly be my own.

My friends would never really be my friends.

And you know what?

I hated them for that.

And I dragged that hate and bitterness

around with me for years.

Everywhere I went, it came with me,

dominating me, never allowing me to move on.

Until one day I met Father Joseph,

a decent man, a kind man,

and the man that would save my life,

change my life and allow me to live as a priest.

And that day, as I do now,

I recounted the story of my unhappy childhood,

and Father Joseph listened

and he listened with poise and compassion.

And when I finished my story, he looked at me and he said,

"Father Stewart,

"you have every right to feel angry.

"What happened to you was awful, but now it is time.

"You must totally forgive them.

"Forgive them, release them, and you will be set free."

And I said, "But Father,

"you don't know what they did to me,

"they beat me and they beat me,

"they lied about me again and again.

"They made my life hell."

And Father Joseph looked at me and he said,

"Father Stewart, you have every right to feel angry.

"What happened to you was awful.

"But now it this time, you must forgive them.