Vera Farmiga and Patrick Wilson return as Lorraine and Ed, summoned to a chain of desecrations that turns sacraments into snares. A reliquary exhales ash, a confessional repeats your voice from the other side, and a processional of empty habits crosses a church that swears it’s full. Ed’s trembling chalk circle burns inward like a cigarette; Lorraine steps into a vision that bites back—stained glass blooming veins, pews dragging themselves into a trial.

The cut ricochets through rain‑lashed cloisters and bone‑cold catacombs: a night train exorcism under flickering crucifixes; a drowned chapel where candles burn underwater; a morgue drawer tapping in Latin time.

Pipe organ thunder fractures into bowed metal; rosaries knot on their own; names etch into plaster from inside the wall. Final sting: every candle dies, the bell rope lifts without hands, and Lorraine opens her eyes inside someone else’s memory—smiling.