All language subtitles for 06 Chapter Six Star of the Morning -FUM-eng

Previously on The Exorcist...
You're not Jessica.

Give me your hands. It's
time for you to pray.

MARCUS: Tomas!

Father Tomas,

- from St. Anthony.
- How do you know that?

Who do you think sends
you all those wonderful

fundraising letters you
throw straight into the trash?

It's a shame you got yourself
kicked out of Chicago.

You have some friends in this town.

So, how do you know Bennett?
I assume you're making

a connection to the
whole Englewood murders.

Yeah, there were organs harvested.

CHERRY: Those organs... they're
only used for one reason.

- MARCUS: A summoning.
- ANGELA: No!

You don't understand. You can't stop this!

- No!
- Please, this is for her own good.

(sirens wailing)

MAN (over radio): 724,
this is dispatch, over.

(men screaming)

ANGELA: They called it a nervous breakdown.

But I... I ran away from all that.

I never told my mother where I went.

I never saw her again.

My name is Regan MacNeil.

I'm Chris MacNeil.

I've come to see my daughter.

♪ ♪

_

(applause)

It's a terrifying book.

I couldn't sleep after I read it.

Ha! Try living through it.

For those just tuning in, we're
with actress Chris MacNeil,

talking about Ms. MacNeil's new book,

The Devil in My Daughter, which she says

is the true story of a
time several years ago

when young Regan was possessed by a demon.

Now, Regan, I'd like to ask
you a few questions, if I may.

Although your mother has warned
me that you're a little shy.

I'm quiet.

Not shy.

There's a difference.

What happened to you in Georgetown?

Since most of our viewers don't
believe in demon possession,

can you help me... help us...

understand what you went through?

I-I don't really remember it.

You do.

She does.

I... I remember that

I couldn't control my body sometimes.

There was just this voice.

It kept asking me to come closer.

And when I did...

That's it.

That's all I remember.

Regan, has it occurred
to you that there could be

another explanation for those memories?

Maybe your mind is playing tricks on you.

Look, buddy, I was there.

No, I'm positive it was real.

Regan, do you think you'll ever
be capable of having a normal life?

- What do you mean?
- Well, let's say you go to college

in a few years. You get
there, you tell everyone,

"I'm Regan MacNeil."

Are you worried that they'll all say,

"My God, it's the demon girl"?

Do you think this is a story

that's going to follow you
around for the rest of your life?

Regan?

Regan?

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ANGELA: I can't believe
you let her in the house.

HENRY: She just showed up
here. What was I supposed to do?

- She seems like...
- So,

you're my grandmother.

Ooh. (chuckles softly)

That word.

Um, maybe... Well, I don't know.

Would you like to call me Nana?

Or maybe together we could
come up with something cute.

I'll think about that.

You know who you look like?

Me. (chuckles)

Do people ever say that to you?

That you look like a young Chris MacNeil?

No, not really.

Well, you do.

You have my teeth, exactly.

And if you smiled, we could see 'em.

- (door slams)
- ANGELA: You don't think I wanted to tell you?

You told me she was dead.

She was. To me.

And I know that doesn't make it right.

I'm wondering if any of it was the truth.

Any... any of this.

Henry.

Not to get all Oprah in
the first hour, but...

did you ever try to find us?

Or find Mom?

I went through three private detectives.

Finally, they tracked her down.

But she made it very clear that she
still wanted nothing to do with me.

But now, I have a...

a Web service thingy that

lets me know if anything happens to her.

And I saw Casey's face.

And I listened to your mother

say that she wanted help finding her.

So... here I am.

ANGELA: You don't know what it's like

to live with that woman.
To live in her fishbowl,

to meet somebody for the first time

and-and see that pity in their eyes.

- And that makes it okay?
- No. But I made a choice.

And I had to live with it every day.

Regan?

That's your name?

What is that?

Who are you?

KAT: The possession...

Mom's... was it...

was it like now,

like with Casey?

I hope not.

I'm the one who called the police.

Casey wouldn't be out on
the streets right now if I...

Stop. No, stop. This is not your fault.

HENRY: She can stay with us

- for a few days until this ends.
- ANGELA: No.

- Yes, Yes.
- No, that woman cannot stay here.

You don't get to make that decision.

This is not about you.

This is about our little
girl, who is missing.

Do you think I don't
remember that every second?

If that woman can help us get Casey
back because she's Chris MacNeil...

so crazy...

if there's even a chance,
we're gonna take it.

I'll stay in a hotel.

- I don't want to be a bother.
- You can stay right here.

Isn't that right, Ange?

Hey, Kit Kat, do you mind giving
up your bed for a few nights?

KAT: Yeah.

Sure.

You want to show your grandmother upstairs?

Chris. We're... calling her Chris.

REPORTER: Good morning.
Our top local story:

police and volunteers have
fanned out across Chicago

searching for Casey Rance,
the 19-year-old woman

who went missing last night after a crash

that left two paramedics dead.

(indistinct conversations)

Hey, let me give you a
hand with that, Father.

Okay, you good?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

(indistinct chatter)

Why don't I take the 14th District?

- Good.
- Okay.

(rapid, overlapping whispers)

How can I help?

You can stop hovering.

Uh, Tara, can you show Ms. MacNeil
how to use the copy machine?

Um, sure.

This way.

I-I know this is a rotten time to
say this, but I'm a huge fan of yours.

Oh, aren't you sweet?

- What's your name?
- Tara.

(indistinct chatter)

I'm sorry.

You let us walk into that room
with incomplete information.

Now two men are dead. You lied.

What are the police telling you?

That there was someone else.

An accomplice, a kidnapper.

'Cause they think there's no
way a restrained, sedated girl

could have done what she did.

What's gonna happen to her?

Possession is like...

a virus.

Well, you know this.

The more aggressive the attack,
the more damage it does to the body.

It'll force her to submit.

And when that happens?

A union of demon and host,
two entities becoming one.

Integration.

Integration is said to be...

permanent.

"Permanent"?

The soul is destroyed, so even if you

performed an exorcism, it wouldn't matter.

Are you saying she's gonna die?

I'm saying if we don't find her soon...

there won't be anything left to save.

You can't give up on her.

No one will give up on her.

ANGELA: Father, when the
same thing happened to me,

you'd have thought there
was none of me left.

But I was still in there.

Is there anything that you remember
that could be of help to us?

Hey, you know, well, you
have a good think about that,

'cause we've really got the time.

You could have shown
more compassion for her.

You can apologize for me.

- Where are you going?
- To hunt.

"Hunt"? What do you mean, hunt?

Demons disrupt the natural order.

Strange flocking behavior...
birds, dogs, people.

What I need is a bloody police scanner.

- What can I do?
- Nothing.

Because I made one mistake?

Yeah. 'Cause you made a mistake.

It won't happen again.

You're right there.

How I envy you, Tomas.

You've got a family, a
parish, a woman that you love.

(whispers): Please...

Keep your voice down.

You're a good man.

A good priest.

But you've got too much to lose.

You can never be an exorcist.

Well, I'm gonna hunt, too.

Only I'll have a hundred volunteers
and half the Chicago police.

Bully for you.

The kidnapping of Casey
Rance has shaken our city.

But this case is receiving the
full attention of my department.

The person or persons
responsible for her disappearance

will be brought to justice.

TOMAS: The Rance family
has asked me to let you know

how grateful they are
for your prayers tonight.

We need more than that.

We need your help.

The Parish of St. Anthony's
is offering a $100,000 reward

for information leading
to Casey's recovery.

So if you see or hear
anything that might help us,

please call us.

- (reporters clamoring)
- Mrs. Rance!

If you could say one
thing to Casey right now...

For God's sake, leave her alone.

- Have some decency.
- Mrs. MacNeil,

can you tell us what your
involvement in this matter is?

Casey is my granddaughter.

I'm here with our family.

REPORTER: Wasn't her daughter
possessed or something?

WOMAN: What about the nine people who
got murdered half a mile from here?!

Poor people of color.

Guess that don't rate with
your department, Superintendent.

I guess because we don't
have any movie stars

backing us, none of y'all
with the cameras give a...

- Don't put...
- Officer, stand down.

Point your damn cameras in this direction.

Get your lights on these faces.

We don't have any reward money,

but they're people, too.

They're Chicago, too.

Andre Christopher Williams!

Lydia Denise Williams!

Randall James McAlister!

Rhonda Foley McAlister!

Danielle McAlister Simpson!

Hakim Mohammed Abouzaid!

James Anthony Simpson!

Patricia Walls!

Etta Mae Walls!

Forgive me for asking questions
you've already answered, Mr. Rance.

On the night that Casey
was put in the ambulance,

a man was taken into custody, a priest.

That's right.

It's my understanding
that he performed a...

an exorcism here?

Yes, with our permission.

JAFFEY: Uh, but not the
permission of the Church.

Which we've managed to
keep out of the papers,

as a favor to our friends in the diocese.

I'm a Catholic myself.

Thank you.

Just the one priest, yes?

Yes.

We'd like to speak with
this Marcus Keane again.

How is that supposed to
help you find my daughter?

Is he okay there?

Yes.

He's fine. He's recovering
from a brain injury.

We're doing everything in our
power to find your girl, Mrs. Rance.

And that's easier when we present
a unified front to the media.

Rumors about possession
tend to confuse the issue.

I don't know where Marcus is.

Maybe you can shed a little
light on something else.

We've been investigating
this case as a kidnapping.

But... I understand that your
daughter broke a man's jaw

on the L and then was held in
the psych ward at Adams Memorial.

It's not possible that... she
could have done this, is it?

JAFFEY: I mean, I hardly
think that's possible.

Mrs. Rance, please, we're not trying
to upset you here. I-I apologize.

Did they have families?

Mr. Harris did.

A wife and a kid.

Another one on the way.

TALK SHOW HOST: Regan, do you think you'll
ever be capable of having a normal life?

- What do you mean?
- Well, let's say

you go to college in a
few years, you get there,

you tell everyone, "I'm Regan MacNeil."

Are you worried they'll all say,
"My God, it's the demon girl"?

CHRIS: I see you know about the book.

Not my finest hour.

I think you need to know
what was going on back then.

The scandal of it all.

Protestors showing up at the theater.

My first movie back.

"Devil worshiper!

Satan's whore!"

And that was mild.

You know the expression, there's
no such thing as bad publicity?

Well, the studio didn't agree with that,

and they dropped me.

So, sometimes you just have
to do what you do to survive.

Why do you think it happened?

Why did it choose her?

We were staying in this house,

and, um...

there was an old Ouija
board down in the basement.

She loved it.

It was so cute to watch.

Rags just sitting there,
talking to her imaginary friend.

Someone...

something...

called Captain Howdy.

Damn game.

Dealing with those kinds of forces...

Anyway, she loved it.
She kept playing with it,

and I told her she really should
stop, but, you know, I-I was...

I was the lead in the film and
we-we were doing five scenes a day

and I just couldn't be
there every hour, so...

And she... she didn't listen.

I don't know.

It kind of sounds like
you're blaming the victim.

I mean, she was just a kid.
She didn't do anything wrong.

She didn't ask for any of this.

CHRIS: No, I... Of course
she didn't. It was my fault.

My child needed me, and I wasn't there.

And that is something that I will
have to live with the rest of my life.

- (indistinct chatter)
- (phones ringing)

_

MARIA: $100,000 reward?

I'm so, so sorry.

I-I probably should have told
you what I was using it for.

It was a donation.

It's your money. I think
it's a terrific use for it.

I happen to know the
girl's mother tangentially.

She's suffering a great deal.

I can only imagine.

Daughter possessed by a demon.

The service

you wanted to perform
and not tell Bishop Egan,

it was exorcism,

right?

I really cannot talk about it.

I know it's an overwhelming time.

There's an event this evening at my house,

sponsored by the Friars
of Ascension Charity

and honoring the Papal Planning Committee.

Yes, yes. Uh, Bishop
Egan asked me to go there,

but... I really need to be here.

You'll meet a lot of
influential people, Tomas.

You might make a few friends.

Well, I'm not looking for friends.

I'm looking for Casey.

(knocking)

Sorry. You have a visitor.

You're right, of course.

Forget I mentioned it.

I'm sure you have better things to do.

Thank you, Mrs. Walters.

- Maria.
- Maria.

Maria, of course.

He's all yours.

CHERRY: Tattersal Landscaping.

Filed for bankruptcy, 2004.

Shuttered, closed, end of story, right?

- I'm guessing not.
- Three years ago,

Tattersal's assets were acquired
by Walters Industrial Holdings,

as in George and Maria Walters.

We checked with the State board.

No business license was ever renewed.

Meaning what?

Meaning why are there vans all over town

for a landscaping company
that went out of business

- a decade ago?
- You guys asked about

what's weird in this town. Tattersal

- is the big freaking weird.
- Van drives up,

van takes you away.

No one ever sees you again. Poof.

- And there's more.
- (radio chirps)

They're very active in
their charitable giving.

$1.8 million to the Friars of Ascension.

The friars are sponsoring
this papal event tonight.

- What do you make of all this?
- (indistinct radio transmission)

Yo, Colin Firth.

LESTER: Colin Firth? No.

It's more like a scruffy Alec Guinness.

One girl, four days missing,

in a city of three million people.

Finding her may not be God's will.

I don't care about God's will.

- (phones ringing)
- (indistinct chatter)

(phone rings)

Casey Rance Hotline.

MAN: Do you think God is punishing you?

Who is this?

You were such a bad little girl, Regan.

You wanted me in you.

So did your pretty little daughter.

But now I fear the bloom is off the rose.

Please,

don't hurt my daughter.

I could give her back to you,

if you really want.

Are you sure you still want her?

I do.

Please.

All right.

What if I just told you where she is?

Where is she?

Right behind you.

♪ ♪

(gasps, panting)

- (indistinct chatter)
- (phones ringing)

I'm sorry I didn't call you back.

I needed to...

think about what to say.

Do you feel guilty?

I'm not gonna apologize for being happy.

I think...

I think the world owes
us a little happiness.

I have duties,

uh, responsibilities to the Church,

to the... to the Rance family...

I moved out.

The marriage is over.

Probably has been for a long time.

I rented a tiny apartment in Rogers Park.

You can come to this room.

It's a place where
there's no guilt, no shame.

No furniture, either.

But it's a place where I'm not
married and you're not a priest.

Leave everything else outside.

I'm not gonna come.

That's fine, too.

I'm gonna hang these up at my work.

- (phone ringing)
- (indistinct chatter)

(sighs)

(sighs)

Henry.

You okay?

Who is that woman?

The one in your photo album?

The one you always said was your mother?

I found it in a thrift store, honey.

See, the thing is...

there are so many gaps, but

one thing I could always hang onto...

was you and the girls.

And now I find out

that half of what you told me...

Henry.

Henry, look at me.

Our life, our family?

It's not a lie.

It's real.

Every second... has been real.

I never lied to you about that.

But you didn't trust me enough to tell me,

even after it started to happen to Casey.

(door opens)

Who printed these?

This is the wrong phone number.

And I told you, I told you

that this one has the wrong phone number,

and someone printed 500 of them!

(sighs)

Please forgive me.

TARA: Like, I'm sorry your
neighbor mows his lawn naked.

How does that help us find Casey Rance?

Like, I'm sorry you have a pack of wild
dogs going crazy in your neighborhood.

TOMAS: Tara?

Where are these dogs?

(phone buzzing)

_

(both speaking French)

MARIA: Your Eminence And Father Bennett.

So happy to have you.

So glad to see you.

(indistinct chatter)

_

MAN: There's a common,

sentimental notion that
angels are all around us,

solving little domestic problems.

But in the Bible, when
humans encounter an angel,

they fall to their knees in fear.

These are beings of tremendous power.

Think of the first renegade angels,

in league with Lucifer.

They were strong enough to challenge God.

And surely, God...

Dr. John Rexroth,

one the professors at U
of C's Divinity School.

- An incredible man.
- REXROTH: God actually created these

rogue angels, knowing
that they would defy Him,

because what was the end
result of this defiance?

Lucifer came to Earth in
the guise of a serpent.

- REXROTH: Very good...
- I've seen that man before.

It's the police superintendent.

A lot of influential
people support the Friars.

It's the head of the Teamsters,
and the head of our stock exchange.

And what did we gain
from that famous snake?

Knowledge, free will,

the ability to think for ourselves,

which led to everything
you see now in this room...

civilization, art, culture, music,

life.

In some strange way,

these rogue angels were the architects

of all that we hold dear.

(chuckles)

CHRIS: Sure, Christmases were hard.

Her birthday was really hard.

But, um, to be honest with
you, the most painful moments

of the last 40 years were...

when I would think about
what our lives could've been

if, you know, this hadn't happened.

MAN: And when you first
heard Casey was missing,

did you see a connection
to what happened to Regan?

Angela! Good, you're here.

Angela, this is Tim.

He's doing an article
for the Metro Section.

You need to leave my house, now.

Angela, don't be silly.

He's gonna keep her name out there.

Ms. Rance, if I could just
have five minutes, I'll...

I'm sorry.

I was just trying to help.

(sighs)

You should go pack up your things.

If we ever hope to see Casey's face again,

we have to keep her in the news.

My daughter is missing!

My family is falling apart.

And I refuse to allow you
to make this about you!

God, this is exactly
what you did to me before!

- What have I ever done but love you?
- You used me!

How could you?

How could you exploit what
happened to me, to my body?

And for what? To-to save
your precious acting career?

We had no money, Regan.

I did the best I could.

And for what?

You were my whole world.

And you left me.

And I had to live knowing
that I had driven you away.

God.

I spent the next 12 years sipping
peach schnapps and downing Xanax.

In Sedona.

You knew where I was?

Sedona,

Palmdale,

Temecula.

Yeah, I always knew.

(phone buzzing)

(sighs)

This is Angela Rance.

Who is it?

All right.

Yes, I know where that is.

Good-bye.

It was, uh, the coroner's office.

They think they might have found Casey.

Maria. My Cherie.

You work so hard for us.

I hope you will be rewarded.

Professor, forgive me.

These angels you brought
up in your lecture...

there's another word to
describe them... demons.

Call them that if you like.

If you recall from
seminary, that term derives

from the Greek word for a nature spirit.

Have you ever seen a demon before?

I have.

Oh, aren't you full of surprises?

(indistinct chatter)

(reporters clamoring)

♪ ♪

_

I never got a chance to know Casey.

We don't know if this is Casey.

I could have fought a lot harder
to stay in Regan's life, Father.

Don't you do what I did.

You hold on to the people you love.

You hold them close.

(door opens)

It's not her.

It's not her.

(sighs)

She's still alive.

(crying)

(dogs barking in distance)

(rats squealing)

- (people grunting)
- (empty bottle rattles)

Casey?

(man gasping)

(nearby retching)

Casey.

(indistinct shouting)

Stop him, stop him, stop him.

- I can't help you.
- Stop him, stop him.

- I'm sorry.
- Stop him, stop him, stop him, stop him...

(man continues whispering "stop him")

(coughing)

(indistinct shouting)

MAN: Stop him, stop him, stop him...

(continues repeating "Stop him")

Casey.

(man continues repeating "stop him")

Stop him! Stop him!

Stop him! Stop him!

Stop him! Stop him...

Look, I'm don't want to hurt you.

(shushing) No!

(all clamoring)

Stop him! Stop him!

(grunting)

In the name of Christ,

get back!

(all moaning)

(shrieks)

(clattering on concrete)

Casey!

(roars)

Okay, keep me posted.

The girl in the morgue, it's not her.

Your people need to find her

before anyone else does.

Hello, hello!

- Oh, what have I missed?
- He's here.

BROTHER SIMON: And you're here, too.

The Friars of Ascension.

What a day it's been. This afternoon,

at the farmer's market,

there was a pyramid of Granny
Smiths in all their green pride.

And I looked into the eyes of
the man who owned these apples,

and he saw my collar and he said,

"Take any one you want, Father."

So I plunged my hand into
the center of that pile,

and took the best,

knocking dozens of the rest to the ground.

He said,

"That's okay, Father."

(laughing)

I don't see Father Tomas here.

He'll be a tough nut

- to crack, Your Eminence.
- Yeah.

We have our ways.

(footsteps)

You came.

(sighs) Yes.

Come with me.

Keys in the bowl, cell phone, your watch.

No time here.

I-I cannot sleep with you.

I can't.

It's fine.

Sit.

I just made dinner.

It's, uh, butternut squash.

(Komita's "Chinar Es" plays)

♪ ♪

Have you all come to me
of your own free will?

ALL: We have.

Using the birthright of self-will

handed down to you by your true Father?

ALL: Body and soul are His to enjoy.

♪ ♪

Vocare...

Pulvere.

Star of the Morning,

Son of Dawn,

we beseech you and your legion

to rise...

and walk among us.

Come.

(all repeating "come")

Please come.

Come forth, my brothers, my sisters

to Eden again.

Our bodies.

Your bodies.

Please...

(all repeating "come")

♪ ♪

- Take me. - Take me.
- Take me.

- MAN: Take me.
- Take me.

Please take me.

(all repeating "take me")

I am your daughter.

- Take me.
- Take me.

It is my turn.

- I've waited. Take me.
- Me.

Pick me. Pick me.

Pick... (gasps)

(rumbling)

(grunting)

(continues grunting)

(laughing)

(deep gasping)

(deep gasping)

♪ ♪

(laughter)

(laughter continues)

(distant train whistle
blowing, water splashing)

(insects chirping)

(low snarling)

(growling, snarling)

(snarls)

(chewing)

I have set the Lord always before me.

Because He is at my right
hand, I shall not be moved.

Therefore, my heart is glad...

and my glory rejoiceth.

(snarls)

(vicious snarling)

(Marcus screams)

(grunting, snarling)

(vicious snarling)

God of Mercy!

(snarling)

Make holy this water
which You have created,

so that Your child may be born again!

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit,

be buried with Christ.

(rumbling)

(bubbling)

(panting)

And raised with Christ.

♪ ♪

(gasping breaths)

(whispers): He's coming back.

Help me.

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