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Good.

Good.

and of falling down along the flight of steps.

A light shall shine upon this day

For the Lord has been born unto us, and he is called Wonderful.

God, the Prince of Peace.

Peace I give you.

My peace I leave you.

What the world gives do I give to you.

Let not your heart be troubled.

is my light and my salvation whom shall i fear the lord is the defender of my

life

So how'd I do on my theology quiz?

I recommend you change your name to Rajneesh.

Really?

God is like a power mower.

No kidding.

Father, everything's relative.

Is it?

Or maybe not.

I like a man who knows his mind.

Well, that's it. I'm, uh... I gotta go now. I'm driving to Philly.

Speed kills.

Who's to say?

Not me.

You know, Father, you mentioned that Damien Karras and your prayer for the

dead.

Yes, I did.

Father, isn't he the one who died in a fall on those steps?

Yes, that's right, Tim, 15 years ago today.

You hear a lot of film and get lost, will you?

All right.

All right, I am like...

Joey, what did you say that offended Tom Lowry?

He's our biggest benefactor.

Oh, yes.

What did you say to him?

Jesus loves you. Everyone else thinks you're an asshole.

Father President.

Good morning, John.

Backaches. Do we really have to have our own Olympics?

Any plans today, Joe? This afternoon I'm at the Flicks. It's a wonderful life.

Very nice.

Seen it 37 times.

That's commendable.

You have a favorite picture?

The fly.

You going alone or with the usual keepers? I'm taking Bill Kinderman with

me. The cop?

Yeah.

Yeah, every year on this day he gets depressed, so I try to cheer him up.

I cannot believe that you just said that. What kind of world is this? Are

you an animal?

Do you know what Beth is about? I'll tell you. It's a play about the numbing

of the moral sense.

I tell Ryan that we have nothing to go on in this case. You know what he says

to me? Win some, lose some.

You're a racist, Ryan. Did you know that?

On the entrance exam for new policemen, they ask, what are rabies and what would

you do for them? Ryan said...

rabies, our Jewish priests, and I would do anything I possibly could for them.

What was the murder weapon, Stedman?

I'd be guessing.

Well, if not us, who?

And if not now, when?

All right, something like garden shears, maybe.

We're abandoned.

I can get you. I was signaling beings on Mars.

Sometimes they answer.

Funny.

So, we're enjoying your luxury cruise aboard the Patna, Lord Jim.

I want you to telex Richmond right away and most urgently for the file on the

Gemini killer.

The Gemini killer's been dead for 15 years.

Who was speaking to you? But he's dead.

He should live so long.

And the autopsy when, please?

Tomorrow. And tomorrow?

Tomorrow.

I'm leaving you. Ryan Stedman, go home.

Go home to your families.

Talk about wops.

Starving? Not really. Just some coffee.

Hey, you've been up since 5 o'clock in the morning.

I have this.

How was your tour of Virginia?

Neat. We stopped at a diner, and instead of potatoes, they served Mama grits. So,

uh, she says right out loud, these Jews are crazy.

They are.

They're all wackos.

Next, they'll want to eat papaya. My God.

How was your day?

Fabulous triumph.

Our trackers at long last brought in Mushkin, the Georgetown terrorist and

scourge of society, who breaks into people's homes and completely

redecorates. You okay, Bill?

Hiya, Daddy.

And goodbye?

Uh-huh. Off to the dance class.

Pocahontas with the hair.

Watch out for red shoes.

So, you're home now?

No, gotta go again.

Today's my day to cheer up our friend, Father Dyer.

What are you doing out here?

Founding an order called Lurking Fathers?

I've been standing out there for centuries. Four new popes have been

elected. That's a lot of white smoke.

Official business.

Yeah, okay.

All right, so I'm late, so I know it, so I'm sorry.

I got it.

You want butter on it?

Uh, no.

And could I have two Cokes, please? Medium or large? Medium.

What are you doing? I need some lemon drops. We'll be late for the start of

the picture. I once spent a year hearing children's confessions, and I wound up a

lemon drop junkie.

Little weirdos keep breathing it on you along with all that pot. And between the

two of them, I've got a feeling it's probably addictive.

I suppose you have all sorts of rosary biz and the like.

No, no.

This is a goose.

Maybe you should go home and rest.

I can't go home.

Why? The carp.

You know, I thought you'd say...

My wife's mother is visiting, Father.

And Tuesday night she's cooking us a carp. It's a tasty fish. I have nothing

against it.

But because it's supposedly filled with impurities, she buys it live.

And for three days it's been swimming up and down in my bathtub.

Up.

I can't stand the sight of it, moving its gills.

Now, you're standing very close to me, Father. Have you noticed?

Yes.

I haven't had a bath for three days.

I can't go home until the carp is asleep.

Because if I see it swimming...

The whole world is a homicide victim, Father.

Would a God who is good invent something like that?

Plainly speaking, it's a lousy idea.

It's not popular, Father. It's not a winner. There you go, blaming God.

Who should I blame? Phil Rizzuto?

You wouldn't want to live forever.

Yes, I would. No, you wouldn't. You'd get bored.

I have hobbies.

In the meantime, we have cancer and mongoloid babies and murderers, monsters

prowling the planet.

Even prowling this neighborhood, Father.

Right now.

While our children suffer.

And our loved ones die.

And your God goes waltzing blithely through the universe like some kind of

cosmic Billy Burke.

Bill, it all works out right.

When? At the end of time.

That soon?

No, we're gonna be there.

We're gonna live forever, Bill. We're spirits.

Oh, I would love to believe that.

It's that kid that got killed on the dock, isn't it? I heard it on the news.

You want to talk about it?

You knew him?

A little bit.

Police Boys Club.

Name was Thomas.

Thomas Kintry.

Black boy, about 12 years old.

Killer.

Drove an ingot into each of his eyes.

Then cut off his head.

Is this okay, Father?

I can get you something else.

Some more coffee?

The place of his head was the head from a statue of Christ.

All done up in black. A black face, like a minstrel show, you know?

The eyes and the mouth painted white.

Mr. Bones.

The boy had been crucified... on a pair of rowing oars.

May the Lord be in your heart, help you to confess your sins.

Yes. I have a scrupulous conscience,

Father.

This need to confess so many things.

If I step on...

Two straws in the shape of a cross. I feel that I have to confess it.

It torments me.

Try to make a good confession.

And remember, Christ forgives us all of our sins.

Only little things.

Nothing.

Seventeen of them, Father.

The first was that waitress.

Near Candlestick Park, I cut her throat and watched her bleed.

She bled a great deal.

It's a problem that I'm working on, Father.

All this bleeding.

You know, I've been thinking, Lieutenant.

This is new.

Do we really need prints from the inside of this lighting panel? I mean, all

you're going to get are the prints of the priest.

Yes, I know.

And what's the point?

I'm padding the job.

You've got an autopsy on the boy.

Yes.

Kintry didn't die from the decapitation.

It was injected with a drug called succinicoline.

They use it in electroshock therapy.

But injecting 10 milligrams for each 50 pounds of body weight causes

immediate...

The kid couldn't move or scream while the killer was nailing and cutting him

up. He was conscious?

Yes.

He was fully aware.

The drug attacks the respiratory system.

He died from slow asphyxiation.

Miss Scott, please report to West Wing Nurses Station.

Father Dyer. Joseph Dyer. D-Y-E-R.

He's in room 411, that's right. 411?

Well,

what's this nonsense?

Well, nothing's really wrong. They're just doing some tests.

They couldn't find the rabbit?

You're reading women's wear daily?

So what? Am I supposed to give spiritual advice in a vacuum?

Is that for me?

I found it in the street. I thought it suited you.

I thought you told me there's nothing really wrong with you. There isn't.

Brother Eddie had these same stupid symptoms for years.

Your brother Eddie died at the age of 30.

So what? He got killed in Vietnam.

There could have been some connection.

A connection?

Are you sure this isn't serious, Joe?

Well, with Eddie, there was a... You shut up about Eddie!

With my brother, it was nerves.

Make a lot of people nervous. Only sinners. Everybody!

Is everything all right in here, guys?

We're fine!

I'm just tired.

Well, call the desk and book a room.

I brought you a hamburger, Father. I'm not hungry.

Eat half. It's from Clyde's. Where'd the other half come from?

Space. Your native country.

Who stuck this guy?

Nice and peaceful here, isn't it?

Idyllic.

Those things will kill you, incidentally. They're quiet.

Mr. Horowitz?

Nope.

This is 409?

411.

Never mind.

Go in peace, my child.

May the Schwartz be with you.

Shouldn't you be reading from the Gospels or something?

They don't give you all the fashions?

This is true.

Damn right.

Look at these gooey gowns. They're getting boring.

Couldn't you get me something serious to read?

I've got to be going.

No, can't you pick me something up? My God, the grammar. No, I want the

National Enquirer and the Star.

There are Jesuit missions in India, Father. Couldn't you find one to work

in? No, look, these are all last week's editions.

I've read every one of them. If you will forgive me, I will leave this mystical

conversation. Too much of aesthetics always gives me a headache.

Is it something I said?

Mother India is calling you, Father.

Father Canavan's vocal cords were paralyzed.

He couldn't make a sound.

He couldn't cry out for help.

So the killer was able to take his time.

Succinylcholine again.

And precisely the proper dosage to cause the paralysis.

A fraction too little has no effect.

A fraction too much causes instant death.

Our friend has medical expertise.

Did we find a hypodermic at the crime scene?

No syringe.

What about the fingerprint analysis?

Most of the prints were the priest's. You said most?

We've got something else.

Right here, on the inside pull of this panel.

It's strange.

Nobody touches this pull but the priest.

And the killer.

See, he wants the panel closed so that the next person in line for confession

doesn't know that Father Kahneman is dead.

So he puts his hand in and slides it almost shut.

Then he has to pull his hand back out and finish the job from the outside.

So the prints on the oars from the crucified boy match the prints on the

panel, correct?

They're one and the same.

Two different people committed these murders?

Where's Julie?

At dance class.

So late?

Bill, it's only 10 o'clock.

It's very late.

Come in, please.

Can you hear us? We are attempting to communicate.

Come in, please.

The living are deaf.

We come here first.

Lieutenant.

How you doing, Lieutenant?

I'm so sorry you were murdered, Thomas. I miss you. I miss you, too.

You know, I wonder if both of us are dreaming this.

No, Bill.

I'm not dreaming.

Kinderman.

I've just never seen anything like this in 20 years.

EKG stat to ER.

What are these?

What are they? What's in them?

Father Dyer's entire blood supply.

What?

All of his blood?

And not a drop of it spilled.

Not even a smudge on the jars.

There's only the writing in his blood.

Janet?

Take a squad of men.

Make sure all the hospital doors are locked. Make a pattern search.

No one in.

No one out.

Except for emergencies.

When was the body discovered?

At six.

By whom?

You saw him at 5 a.m.? Yes, that's right.

He was awake.

He was awake.

I came to give him medication.

How long did that take you?

About a minute.

And then what?

I came back to the desk.

And you were here until you went in to see Father Dyer again at 6 o'clock, is

that right?

Yes, that's right.

Were you here or inside in the office?

I was inside the office. I was writing up reports.

So if someone had entered Father Dyer's room between the time you left and the

time you returned, you might well not have seen them.

That's right.

Did you see anybody else coming into the room?

No, I didn't. Or leaving the room?

No, I didn't.

Did you see anybody in the hallway?

Did you see anybody in the hallway?

Mrs. Claylia. You saw Mrs. Claylia walking around?

No, not exactly.

Not exactly?

I found her lying completely unconscious.

When was that?

On my way to give the father his last medication.

The five or the six?

The six.

Mrs. Claylia is a patient?

Yes, she is.

In neurology?

They're all harmless.

Oh, some more serious problems here, too, though, of course.

Some catatonics, some with Alzheimer's, autism.

Are you my son?

I'd be very proud to believe so.

You're not my son.

There's your girl over there.

Mrs. Claylia?

My name is William Kinderman.

Yes.

Would you help me, please?

What about my radio?

Pardon me?

I said my radio.

Aren't you gonna fix it?

Nothing ever gets fixed around here.

Just a bunch of pies and anchovies.

Go away.

I don't ever talk to strangers.

I'm the radio repairman, Mrs. Scalia.

Well, fix it.

Well, what's wrong with it?

Dead people talking.

Lab technician to oncology. Lab technician to oncology. It's right here.

Do you see it?

Yes, I see it.

I just knew you weren't really a radio repairman.

That's the telephone I'm holding.

It's all right.

A lot of people wouldn't know the difference either.

It's all right.

You have a very kind face.

You will do well.

You caught her on a talkative day.

You being funny?

No, she's quasi-catatonic. In and out.

What's this?

It's a disturbed warrant.

To get out.

You punch a four-digit combination that sends a signal out to the control booth.

The inner door opens.

The control booth operator visually checks through the one-way glass.

And every day, there's a new combination.

I'd like to look around.

Bill.

Lieutenant.

Dr. Friedman's going ballistic, sir.

Though some have called thee mighty and dreadful, thou art not so.

Though soonest our best men with thee go, rest of their bones and souls'

delivery.

But those thou dost think as thou dost overthrow, die not, poor.

I was only 21 when I died.

We're a hospital here, not a war zone.

How do you expect us to keep people calm when you're...

You

need

a court warrant in order to be here doing what you're doing.

Look. I fully appreciate your trying to prevent further tragedy.

But think of the state of our patients' minds when you've got these policemen

here... Lieutenant wants fingerprints taken. All the hospital staff... He said

fingerprints! Not on your life, goddammit! No, sir! No way, Jose!

No, he's standing right here. You think I want a hundred lawyers running up and

down the halls? Do you want to talk like him? You ever heard of malpractice

suits? You ever heard of the Gemini killer?

Hell, have I what?

Yes, of course I've heard of him. So what?

He's dead.

That's right. He died in the electric chair.

And so why are we talking about... Just a minute, Oxford.

Yes, the Gemini's dead.

We all know that. But do you recall all the stories in the papers and on

television about the Gemini's strange M.O.? I'll remind you.

Supposedly... Supposedly, the middle finger of the victim's left hand was

always found severed. Always missing.

In addition...

On the victim's back, we were told the killer carved out a sign of the zodiac,

the Gemini symbol, the twins.

That was 15 years ago.

Go ahead, Lieutenant.

Temple, why are you encouraging us to... Would you shut your mouth?

Excuse me.

The Gemini M.O.

that you heard about is false.

The missing finger was not on the victim's left hand, but on the right. It

was the index finger, this one.

And the sign of the Gemini was carved not on the victim's back,

but on the victim's left-hand palm.

Only Richmond Homicide knew that, no one else.

The misinformation was fed to the press in order to weed out all the crackpots

who were coming in saying every day that they were the Gemini killer.

How did you kill them? Well, first I cut off this finger, the loony says, and on

their backs I made my mark.

Next case.

But in this case, gentlemen, in this,

three decapitations, three victims with this finger severed,

the correct one.

And the sign of the Gemini here.

Here.

One more thing.

The Gemini wrote letters to the newspapers bragging about his murders,

and he always doubled his final L's, whatever the word, two L's, as in

wonderful.

The victim's name's always starting with K, like Carl, his father, the famous

evangelist whom he hated and wanted to shame and whom he wanted to kill and

keep killing and killing.

But the priest, Father Dyer, Joseph Dyer.

Even that could do it.

Would it take a lot of strength?

No. Not at all.

Very little, in fact.

Spring activated.

Open it, and it closes on its own.

It takes strength just to open it.

It's a little stiff.

Needs adjustment.

What's this?

What? Slime.

Just a shipping tag.

Is it new?

Just came in.

A replacement?

Where's the old one?

Two priests and a crucified boy, Father Helings. Clearly some religious

connection, but what is it?

I don't know what I'm looking for.

I'm groping.

But besides being priests, what might Canavan and Dyer

have had in common?

Where's the link?

It could be that exorcism.

The McNeil kid.

Reagan McNeil.

Exorcism over on Prospect Street.

The speech!

Will you give this to Father, please, Lieutenant?

I gotta run.

Your speech, Father.

Thanks. That's all right.

Need a drink?

I do.

You believe in possession, Father?

Who cares?

I've got enough to do worrying about kids who need scholarships.

Talk to Paul Mourning, if you like. Who is he?

It's our chaplain over at the hospital.

They say he performed an exorcism once in the Philippines.

The story is his hair turned white overnight.

Is that true?

What's the difference? What's that got to do with this?

Well, you mentioned that exorcism.

As a connection.

To the people who were murdered, you mean?

That's right.

Joe and Damien Karras were very close.

Yes, I know.

Joe is also a friend of the McNeils.

And Father Canavan?

Canavan had my job back then. He gave Damien permission to investigate the

case. That leaves us with the country boy, Father.

Does it?

Damien gave our school of linguistics a tape he wanted them to analyze for him.

The voice of the McNeil kid.

Supposedly possessed.

He wanted to find out if the sounds on the tape were a language.

Or just a lot of gibberish.

He was looking for proof the McNeil kid was speaking in a language she couldn't

possibly have known.

And was she?

No.

The tape was really English in reverse.

But the expert who figured that out was Kendry's mother.

It's impossible.

Do you remember coming in here when the priest died, Mrs. Clayley?

You were the radio man.

Yeah, that's right.

Do you remember coming in here?

Do you remember coming in here and touching those jars?

Why did you touch them, Mrs. Clayley?

Was there anyone else in this room?

Who was in here?

That radio isn't mine.

Mine is newer.

That man in the isolation tank.

You know, the one you looked in on?

You know, the one you looked in on.

Well, the police brought him in here 15 years ago.

They picked him up wandering the C&O Canal.

Down around Key Bridge.

Yes. Total amnesia.

Madly isolation tank.

You know.

The police brought him in here 15 years ago.

They picked him up wandering the C&O Canal.

Down around here.

You had something to tell me?

Please, sit down.

There's a paper drive?

I haven't had a chance yet to read them.

I just keep them till I do.

I hate to miss the science articles.

They're good.

That man in the isolation tank.

You know, the one you looked in on?

Yes.

The police brought him in here 15 years ago.

They picked him up wandering the sea in Oak Canal, down around Key Bridge.

Total amnesia. No ID.

They brought him to us here.

And his condition grew worse.

He ended up in catatonic.

Completely withdrawn.

But recently... Well,

about six weeks ago, he slowly started to come out of

it.

Every day he got better.

Just a little, but better.

And then all of a sudden, he got violent.

Really bad news.

We've been giving him electroshock therapy.

And as of two weeks ago, he's been in isolation, but... The

thing is, Lieutenant... Is?

He says he's the Gemini killer.

Now!

You wanted to know about the man in cell 11.

Stretch your memory.

What was he wearing when they brought him in, do you recall?

That was quite some time ago.

Was he dressed like a priest?

Like a priest?

Were there any signs of injuries, blood, lacerations?

That would be in the file.

It is not in the file!

It is not!

Two men on every ward, rotate them 24 hours a day. Mm-hmm.

On the disturbed ward, one man inside near the entry door, one man outside the

door. I asked the Jesuits of Georgetown for the dental records of a father,

Damien Karras, to find out if he ever had a saliva test.

It might help us get a positive identification.

What for, sir?

Sir, are you all right?

IV team to NICU. IV team to NICU.

You're all right.

Father Karras was a Jesuit psychiatrist at Georgetown University.

The man was a saint.

He was my best friend. I loved him.

Fifteen years ago, he jumped or was pushed to his death down that long

flight of steps next to the car barn.

Atkins, I saw it.

I think the man in cell 11 is Damien

Karras.

Are you Damien Karras?

Ah, you haven't any medical records for him, have you?

No tedious fingerprints.

Are you Karras?

I am the Gemini killer, James Veneman.

The Gemini's dead.

No, not quite.

Remember, Karen?

Little ribbons in her hair, yellow.

After all, it was inevitable, wasn't it?

A divinity shapes our ends and all that.

I picked her up in Richmond.

And then I dropped her off at the city dump.

Some of her.

Some of her I kept.

I missaved her.

Pretty dress she was wearing.

Little peasant blouse.

pink and white ruffles.

I still hear from her occasionally screaming.

I think the dead should shut up unless there's something to say.

I also killed the black boy by the river.

And the priests.

Oh, yes, their names began with a K.

That little modicum, at least I was able to insist upon.

You see, they were off my beaten track. I kill at random.

That's the thrill of it. No motive. That's the fun.

The black boy and the priests were different.

I was obliged to settle a score on behalf of.

What friend?

A friend over there.

On the other side, one needs friends.

There is suffering over there. They can be cruel.

Who is they?

Don't you think?

Well, why not? After all... I've been taught by the

master.

Who is that?

Incidentally, who is this Damien you mentioned?

Don't you know?

I know nothing.

Except I must go on killing Daddy. I must shame him.

Are they calling these Gemini killings in the papers?

You must get them to do that, Lieutenant.

It's important.

The Gemini is dead.

No, I am not! I'm alive!

I go on! I breathe!

Look at me!

Look at me!

And tell me what you see.

I see a man who looks like Damien Karras.

If you looked with the eyes of faith, you'd see me.

What the hell are you talking about?

Your blindness.

Tell the press that I am the Gemini.

Punish me?

Yes. What are you talking about?

Do you dance?

What do you mean?

I

like

plays.

The good ones.

Shakespeare.

Titus Andronicus the best. It's sweet.

Incidentally, did you know that you are talking to an artist?

I sometimes do special things to my victims.

Things that are creative.

Of course, it takes knowledge, pride in your work.

For example, a decapitated head can continue to

see for approximately 20 seconds.

So when I have one that's cocking, I always hold it up so that it can see its

body. It's a little extra I throw in for Noah and George.

I must admit, it makes me chuckle every time.

Life is fun.

It's a wonderful life, in fact.

For some.

It's too bad about poor Father Dyer.

I killed him, you know.

An interesting problem.

But finally...

It worked.

First, a bit of the old succinylcholine to permit one to work without

annoying distractions.

Then, a three-foot catheter threaded directly into

the inferior vena cava.

Or the superior vena cava. It's a matter of taste, I think, don't you?

Then the tube moves through the vein.

under the crease of the arm, into the vein that leads directly into the heart.

And then you just hold up the legs and you squeeze the blood manually

into the tube from the arms and the legs. There's a little shaking and

pounding at the end for the dregs. It isn't perfect.

There's a little blood left, I'm afraid.

But regardless...

The overall effect is astonishing.

And isn't that really what counts in the end?

Yes, of course.

Good showbiz, Lieutenant. The effect.

And then, off comes the head without spilling one

single drop of blood.

Now, I call that showmanship, Lieutenant.

And, of course, no one notices pearls before...

Oh, a few boos from the

gallery, I see.

It's all right.

I understand.

I've been dull.

Well, I shall liven things up for you a bit, Lieutenant.

The Master.

Bring me scrap from this table.

A reward for faithful service.

Something fun.

Something random.

Something my way.

Good night, moon.

He passed out. Again?

My God, he's hemorrhaging. A man in a cell.

Those details of a murder of a girl named Karen happened years ago. Yes.

It was a Gemini killing that never appeared in the papers.

His goddamn nose is broken!

I told you that the man in cell 11 fell unconscious. You said something. Really?

Yes, I think you said, again.

Might have done.

Does that mean that it's happened before?

Yes, it has.

Many times?

No, not really.

It's just been this week. I think the first time was Sunday.

And again?

The next day.

If you want exact times, it's... On your chart.

That's right.

Any other time?

Early yesterday morning, just before we found... Yes, that's all right. I'm very

sorry.

When this happens, does it seem like a normal sleep?

Nothing's normal about that man.

You seem a little pleased about that.

Well, it's quite unusual.

His autonomic system slows to a crawl.

His heartbeat, his temperature, his breathing.

But his brainwave activity accelerates.

Okay.

Keep that on until the weekend.

You're most kind.

I'm a bitch.

Have you ever told a man in cell 11 what happened to Father Dyer?

No, of course not.

Might anyone else have told him?

Why would they?

I don't know.

I don't either.

Thanks again, miss.

Why did you hit him?

Take it easy on that hand.

I will.

Save your servant.

That's just something our friend in cell 11 said one time.

Save your servant?

Keeps running through my mind.

An odd expression.

What was odd was how he said it. How was that?

It was just his voice. It was different.

Different, huh?

He sounded decent, nice.

Completely different.

And there was so much emotion in his voice, he sounded... I don't know.

Desperate.

And, uh... What else has he said in his voice?

Only one other thing.

And what was that, miss?

He said, kill it.

Save your servant who trusts in you, my God.

Let him find in you, Lord, a fortified tower in the face of the enemy.

The Lord is my light and my salvation.

The Lord is the defender of my life.

And Jesus said to the man who was possessed, What is your name?

And he answered, Legion.

Good night, Julie, dear.

It's so late.

Yes, it is.

Very late.

Bad enough you wake me up at 5.30 for breakfast.

Sir, I'm sorry. You're sorry? I think you do this on purpose.

What's your name? I'm going to report you. My name is Amy Keating.

Good night.

Angels of mercy. Horse shit.

Yes, I'm fine I'm just a little jumpy

She was slid down the middle, cut open,

and all her vital organs were removed.

Then the killer stuffed her body with other materials and sewed

her back up.

Other materials?

Rosaries.

Catholic rosaries. Rosaries.

I left it with Keating.

Nice girl.

Good heart.

Yes. About this body of mine.

Friend of yours.

There I was.

So awfully dead in that electric chair. I didn't like it. Would

you? It's upsetting.

There was still so much killing to do, and there I was, in the void,

without a body.

But then along came...

my friend one of them those others there the cruel ones

the master and he thought

that my work should continue but in this

body in this body in particular in fact

A certain matter of an exorcism, I think, in which your friend, Father

Karras, expelled certain parties from the body of a child.

Certain parties were not pleased, to say the least.

To say the very least.

And so my friend, the Master, devised this pretty

little scheme as a way of getting back.

Of creating a A stumbling block.

A scandal.

A horror to the eyes of all men who seek faith using the body of

this saintly priest as an instrument.

You know my work.

But the main thing is the torment of your

friend, Father Karas, as he watches while I rip!

Innocent his friends and again and again and on and on

He is inside with us. He will never get away

his pain won't end

Oh

Gracious me.

Was I raving?

Please forgive me.

I'm mad.

Let's see.

Where was I?

Oh, yes.

The master.

He was kind, you see.

He brought me to our mutual acquaintance, Father Karras.

Not too well at the time, I'm afraid. He was passing along in the dying mode, as

we say.

So, as Karras was about to slip out

of his body, is this true?

The Master...

Was slipping me in.

Oh, now, there was some confusion when the medic said that Karis was dead.

I mean, he was dead, technically speaking.

I mean, his time was up.

He wanted out.

But I was in.

A little traumatized, true. I mean, after all, his brain was jelly.

Lack of oxygen and all that sort of thing. You understand?

It took a maximum effort that at last got me out of that

cheap little coffin.

Vowel poverty.

Disgusting.

Never mind.

Toward the end, a little slapstick and comic relief.

was tending the body saw me climbing from the coffin.

It's the smiles that keep us going, don't you think?

The little giggles and bits of good cheer.

But then, after that, it was all blue Mondays for a while, I'm afraid.

So much damage to Karis's brain cells.

So many lost.

It's not enough, you see, to be a spirit.

There's no magic.

In this artificial box that you call a world, we cannot touch except through

bodies, you understand?

We must operate through neurologic systems, brains that function, and your

friends was nearly past resurrection.

It was co- white an effort to regenerate his puny little brain cells. It took me

15 years.

dreams of a rose and falling down a long flight of stairs.

I don't believe you're the Gemini Killer.

Oh, you are issuing a clear invitation to the dance.

What does that mean?

Never mind.

Incidentally, don't blame me for that Idiot temple that was a suicide the man

was a lunatic weakling Still he helped me are

there services I would like to attend Temple helped you. Yes,

of course.

He brought you to me.

I Told him that if he failed to convince you to come to me that he would suffer

in unspeakable ways

Pain that cannot be imagined, I said.

Poor superstitious fool, he believed me.

But he couldn't take the pressure, it would seem. What pressure?

The pressure of inimitable me.

Some other tasks I said I had in mind for him.

Things.

Little things.

Did Temple get you out of this cell?

Who gets you out?

Just friends.

Old friends.

Tell the press.

That I am the Gemini, Lieutenant.

Final warning.

Incidentally, I can help.

Help what?

Your unbelief.

Child's play, Lieutenant.

Father, morning, please.

Jim, I can't read this.

Corner. K-O-R-N-E-R. I'll call again.

See you later, alligator.

Come on, sweetheart.

Let's go back to your room.

Just take your time.

That's it.

Take it easy.

How do you get out of here?

Old friends. Old friends.

A traveling man. One who moves.

Old friends.

One who moves. One who moves. One who...

I

didn't

mean it. Say it again, will you?

The light. Mommy!

God almighty.

What the hell do you think you're doing? Are you crazy?

What on earth is the matter with you?

I want my mommy.

Just toys.

Is that a crime?

After someone who... You treat your own family like this?

Aren't you leaving?

Please leave. I cannot wait for you to leave.

Oh, you are issuing a clear invitation to the day.

To the dance. To the dance.

Julie?

Hello?

Bill?

Hiya, honey.

Where are... Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Okay, sweetheart.

That was Bill.

There's a nurse coming over with a package.

That must be the nurse.

Oh, hi, Dad. Mother, Daddy's home.

What's this?

Billy, what's going on?

I'm crazy. That's the only explanation.

Well, you're honest.

Let's start from the beginning.

It's all right. No, it isn't all right.

What's this nurse thing?

What nurse?

I'm so tired. Oh, hi, Stevie.

Yeah, how'd it go? Julie!

Daddy, I'm talking.

I'm sorry, Stevie. I missed that.

Bill. What kind of a nurse is this?

I open the door for the woman.

She faints.

And then when she wakes up, she says, when is it bedtime?

Yeah. Anyway, okay.

Please help me.

Is it bedtime?

So is she staying for dinner or what?

It's okay, Daddy. I'm good.

Catatonics are so easy to possess.

I've been waiting for you, Lieutenant.

I wanted you to see this.

Julie!

Watch this.

You again.

You've interrupted me.

Have you come to save God's servant?

Well, I must save mine, my son, the Gemini.

He has work to do, much more.

But come in, Father Morning.

Enter Night.

This time you're going to lose

In

the name

of the

Save your servant who trusts in you, my God.

Let him find in you, Lord, a fortified tower at the face of the enemy.

Who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done.

I see we are praying now.

Right, pray. Give us this day.

Our daily bread. Do you think they will save you now as before? Forgive us our

trespasses. Well, I can pray too. We forgive those who trespass. You feel my

little orisons creeping up your spine. And lead us not into temptation. The

sweaty murmurs of my rosary beads.

The human hearts that I've taken into hell.

I cast you out, unclean spirit.

Along with every satanic power of the enemy. Every specter from hell.

In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.

It is he who commands you.

He who once stilled the sea and the storm.

He who flung you from heaven to the depths of hell.

You robber of life.

You author of pain.

You corruptor of justice and innocence and youth.

You begetter of death.

Sworn enemy of all the human race.

Allerton. Nurse out.

Don't worry about Julie.

We'll get her.

Pray for me, Damien.

You're free.

Did you think to save your friend the priest?

I got help.

Help me.

Have I helped your unbelief?

Oh, yes.

Yes, I believe.

I believe in death.

I believe in disease.

I believe in injustice and inhumanity and torture

and anger and hate.

I believe in murder.

I believe in pain.

I believe in cruelty and infidelity.

I believe in slime.

stink and in every crawling putrid thing every

possible ugliness and corruption you son of a bitch

i believe in

you

God. Oh, Bill.

My God!

You grow tired, Lieutenant.

And foolish.

Save your prayers.

God is not here with us now.

There is only the darkness here.

And your death.

Save your servant.

Who trusts in you.

My God.

You.

Damien.

Fight him.

Goodbye, Lieutenant.

Damien!

Fight!

Fight! You cannot win. He dies.

Shoot now kill me now