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Catch.

Catch.

Catch.

Catch.

Catch.

Hep, hep, hep, hep,

hep, hep, hep, hep,

hep, hep, hep, hep,

hep, hep, hep, hep.

Damien.

Preacher.

I have dreams

of a rose

and of falling down a
long 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.

Dockside Hunter,

sweep completed.

Negative finding.

Roger, River.

Repeat, acknowledge.

Peace, I give you.

My peace, I leave you.

As the world gives,
do I give to you.

Let not your heart be troubled.

Proceeding northeast,

approximate, uh,
location near....

The Lord is my light
and my salvation.

Whom shall I fear?

The Lord is the
defender of my life.

So how did 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 a Damien Karras

in your prayer for the dead.

Yes, I did.

Father, isn't he the one who--

Yes.

Died in a fall on those steps?

Yes, that's right, Tim.

15 years ago today.

I hear a lot of--

Feldman, get lost, will you?

All right, all right.

I am flight.

You know that you did that.

There's more potatoes.

Could you pass the salt, AJ?

Sure.

Thank you.

Joey, what did you say
that offended Tom Lowery?

He's our biggest benefactor.

Oh, yes.

What did you say to him?

"Jesus loves you.

Everyone else thinks
you're an asshole."

Sounded pleasant.

Good morning, John.

Back aches.

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.

Do 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,

every year on this
day he gets depressed,

so I,
I try to cheer him up.

I cannot believe you,
that you just said that.

What kind of world is this?

Are you an animal?

Do you know what
Macbeth 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 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 policeman,

they ask, "What are rabies and
what would you do for them?"

Ryan said, "Rabies
are 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 didn't get you.

I was signaling
beings on Mars.

Sometimes they answer.

Funny.

So, are you 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, and tomorrow.

I am 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
five 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 she says right out loud,
"These Jews are crazy."

They are!

They're all wackos.

Next, they'll wanna 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?

Hi, Daddy.

And goodbye?

Uh huh, off
to dance class.

Pocahontas with the hair.

Watch out for red shoes.

So, you're home now.

No, gotta go again.

Today is my day to cheer
up our day Father Dyer.

What are you doing out here?

Founding an order
called Lurking Fathers?

I've been out
there for centuries.

Four new popes
have been elected.

It's a lot of white smoke.

Official business.

So all right.
So I'm late.

So I know it.
So I'm sorry.

I got...

You want butter on it?

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 weirdoes 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.

Now I suppose you
have all sorts of

rosary biz and the like.

No, no.

Loose as a goose.

Maybe you should
go home and rest.

I can't go home.

Why?

The carp.

You know, I
thought you said...

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

and down.

And I hate it.

I can't stand the sight of it.

Moving its gills.

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,

I'll kill it.

- And a salad.
- Okay.

The whole world is a
homicide victim, Father.

Would a God who is good

invent something like death?

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 Billie 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.

How 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 wanna talk about it?

You knew him.

A little bit.

Police Boys Club.

His name was Thomas.

Thomas Kintry.

Black boy, about 12 years old.

The 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?

In place of his head was the
head from a statue of Christ,

all done up in blackface, 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

and help you to
confess your sins.

Yes?

I have a...

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.

I don't know. I don't know.

He was such a good...

You know, I've been
thinking, Lieutenant--

This is new.

Do we need prints from the
inside of the sliding panel?

I mean, all you're gonna get
are the prints of the priests.

Yes, I know.

Then what's the point?

I'm padding the job.

We got an autopsy on the boy.

Yes.

Kintry didn't die
from the decapitation.

He was injected with a drug
called succinylcholine.

They use it in
electroshock therapy.

But injecting 10 milligrams

for each 50 pounds
of body weight

causes immediate
and total paralysis.

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.

Ms. Scott, please report

to West Wing nurses' station.

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

He's in room 411,
it's right down there.

411.

Dr. Miller, line 118.

What's this nonsense?

Well, nothing's really wrong.

They're just doing some tests.

You mean they
couldn't find the rabbit?

I don't know you.

You're reading
Women's Wear Daily?

So what?

Am I supposed to give
spiritual advice in a vacuum?

Is that for me?

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

I thought you told me nothing's
really wrong with you.

There isn't, my 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
be some connection.

A connection?

Are you sure this
isn't serious, Joe?

Well, with Eddie, there was--

You shut up about Eddie!

With my brother,
it was nerves.

You make a lot of people
nervous.

Only sinners.

Everybody!

Is everything
alright 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.

Oh, this is true.

Damn right.

Look at the gooey gowns,
they're getting boring.

Couldn't you get me
something serious to read?

I've gotta 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'll leave this
mystical conversation.

Too much of aesthetics
always gives me a headache.

Is it something I said?

Mother India is
calling you, Father.

Dr. Kincaid
to Orthopedics, please.

EKG stat to ER, EKG stat to ER.

Father Kanavan'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?

In 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 the next person in
line for confession

doesn't know that
Father Kanavan 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.

Well, aren't they?

Two different people
committed these murders?

Where's Julie?

At dance class.

So late?

Bill, it's only 10:00.

It's very late.

Your attention, please.

Your attention.

The 12:18 to Elksberg now
departing from track 11.

All passengers boarding
proceed to the gate.

Let me out of this
damn casa blanca!

No, it isn't!

- Yes, it is.
- No, it isn't.

If it hits the line,

it's out of bounds.

The line is in bounds!

No, it's not, it's out!

It hit the dirt!

Earth, 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.

What are you telling me?

Hold it.

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

Call it.

I've seen it.

Dr. Bartlet,

please
call the operator.

Dr. Bartlet, please
call the operator.

EKG
stat to ER, EKG stat to ER.

Dr. Bartlet,

please
call the operator.

Dr. Bartlet, please
call the operator.

Ugh...

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.

All neat.

There's not even a
smudge on the jars.

There's only the
writing in his blood.

Writing?

On the wall.

Dr. Hoffman, line 412.

Lieutenant.

Dr. Hoffman,
line 412, please.

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.

No one.

All right.

EKG
stat to ER, EKG stat to ER.

Now,

what time 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 it take you?

About a minute.

And then what?

I came back to the desk.

And you were here
to do what and do,

see Father Dyer again at
six 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
come 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. Clelia.

You saw Mrs. Clelia
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. Clelia is a patient?

Yes, she is.

In Neurology?

Dr.
Randolph to examining bay two.

Dr. Randolph to examining
bay two, please.

How we doing today?

They're all harmless.

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. Clelia?

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?

Ugh, 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. Clelia.

Well, fix it.

Well, what's wrong with it?

Dead people talking.

It's right here.

Do you see it?

Yes, I see it.

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

That's a telephone I'm holding.

It's alright.

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 the disturbed ward.

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. Freedman's gone
ballistic, sir.

I think you need to come.

Death, be not proud.

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 soul's delivery,

but those thou dost
thinkest thou dost overthrow

die not, poor Death.

Nor canst thou kill me.

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 running
around here--

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.

Think of the state of
our patients' minds

when you've got these
policemen here--

Lieutenant wants fingerprints
taken of all the hospital staff.

He said fingerprints.

Not on your life, god dammit!

No sir, no way, Jose!

No, he's standing right here.

Do you want to talk to him?

I don't want 100 lawyers
running up and down the halls.

Do you want to talk to him!

You ever heard of
malpractice suits?

You ever heard of
the Gemini Killer?

Have I what?

I said--

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 that?

Just a minute, I'll explain.

Yes, the Gemini is dead.

We know that, but do you
recall all the stories

in the papers and on television,

about the Gemini's strange MO?

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 this?

Would you shut your mouth!

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

EKG stat to ER. EKG stat to ER.

The Gemini MO

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.

A misinformation
was fed to the press

in order to weed out
all the crackpots

who were coming
in saying everyday

that they were
the Gemini killer.

How did you kill him?

"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 wonderfull.

Yes.

The victims' names
always starting

with K, like Karl, 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.

Father Dyer's
middle name was Kevin.

Kevin.

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.

Takes strength
just to open it.

Oh...

It's a little stiff.

It needs adjustment.

What's this?

What?

This label.

Just a shipping tag.

Is it new?

Just came in.

A replacement?

Where's the old one?

Two priests and a crucified
boy, Father Healey.

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 Kanavan and
Dyer have had in common?

Where's the link?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Dear God.

It could be that exorcism.

The MacNeil kid, Regan MacNeil.

The exorcism over on Prospect
Street that Damien Karras did,

the one that killed him.

Excuse me.

Alice!

The speech!

Will you give this to
Father, please Lieutenant?

I gotta run.

What's the matter
with these lights?

Good night, Alice!

Good night, Father.

Your speech, Father.

Thanks.

That's all right.

Need a drink?

I do.

Do you believe in
possession, Father?

Who cares?

I've got enough to do

worrying about kids
who need scholarships.

I'll talk to Paul
Morning, if you like.

Who is he?

He'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 was also a
friend of the MacNeils.

And Father Kanavan?

Kanavan had my job back then.

He gave Damien permission
to investigate the case.

That leaves us with
the Kintry boy, Father.

Does it?

Damien gave our
School of Linguistics

a tape he wanted them
to analyze for him,

the voice of the MacNeil 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 MacNeil 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 Kintry's mother.

This is impossible.

Do you remember coming in here

when the priest
died, Mrs. Clelia?

You're the radio man.

Yes, 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. Clelia?

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,

uh, no, no,

down around Key Bridge.

Yes, total amnesia.

The man in the
isolation tank...

You know, the one
you looked in on.

The police brought him
in here 15 years ago.

They picked him up
wandering the C&O Canal.

Down around Key--

You had something to tell me?

Please, sit down.

There's a paper drive?

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 here 15 years ago.

They picked him up
wandering the C&O Canal

down around Key Bridge,

total amnesia, no ID.

They brought him to us here,

and his condition grew worse.

He ended up 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...

Yes?

He says he's
the Gemini Killer.

I want the file on that man.

Get it.

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.

Ask the Jesuits in Georgetown

for the dental records of
a Father Damien Karras.

Find out if he ever
had a saliva test.

Might help us get a
positive identification.

What for, sir?

Sir, are you alright?

Mmm...

IV team to NICU.

IV team to NICU.

You all right?

Yeah.

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 watched him,

die.

I think,

the man in cell 11,

is Damien Karras.

It's a wonderful life.

Who are you?

I am no one.

Many.

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 Venamun.

The Gemini is dead.

No, not quite.

Remember Karen?

Little ribbons in her hair?

Yellow ribbons.

I killed her.

Well, 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'm a saver.

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,

well,

a friend.

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?

Never mind.

I cannot tell you, it's,

forbidden.

I do that rather well,

don't you think?

Well why not, after all,

I've been taught by the master.

Who is that?

The one.

There is only one.

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, Lieutenant,

or I will punish you.

Punish me?

Yes.

What are you talking about?

Do you dance?

What do you mean?

I like plays.

The good ones, Shakespeare.

I like 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 no added charge.

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 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.

Then of course, no one notices.

Pearls before--

Oh, a few boos from
the gallery, I see.

That's all right.

I understand.

I've been dull.

Well,

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

The master

is throwing me
scrap from his table,

a reward for faithful service,

something fun,

something random,
something my way.

Good night, moon.

Good night, air.

Good night, Amy.

Telling her beads...

Her beads...

He passed out.

Again?

My god, he's hemorrhaging.

The man in that cell,

knows the 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!

When I told you that the man
in cell 11 fell unconscious,

you said something.

Really?

Yes, I think
you said, "Again?"

Might've 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.

Yes, that's right.

Any other times?

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 brain wave
activity accelerates.

Accelerates?

Okay, keep that on
until the weekend.

You're most kind.

I'm a bitch.

Have you ever told
the 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 how?

He sounded decent, nice,
completely different.

And there was so much
emotion in his voice.

He sounded,

I don't know, desperate.

And what else has
he said in this 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.

My life...

"And Jesus said

"to the man who was possessed,

"What is your name?

"And he answered, 'Legion,

for we are many.'"

Many.

Good night, Daddy.

Good night, Julie dearest.

It's so late.

Yes, it is, very late.

God, can't I get any sleep?

What the hell do you want?

I'm sorry, I'm very sorry.

Bad enough you wake me up at
half past five 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, horseshit.

You all right?

Yeah.

Yes, I'm fine, I'm just a
little jumpy, that's all.

Okay.

She was slit 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.

Lieutenant!

Did you get my message?

I left it with Keating.

Nice girl, good heart.

Yes, about this body of mine,

friend of yours.

Well, 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,

well, you know, 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.

Oh, let's call it revenge.

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 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 of...

Well, you know my work.

But, the main thing,

is the torment of your
friend, Father Karras,

as he watches while I rip,

and cut, and mutilate
the 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 on
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 medics said
that Karras 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!

Vow of poverty, disgusting.

Never mind.

Toward the end, a little

slapstick and comic relief

when that old Brother Fain
who 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
Karras' 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 friend's

was nearly past resurrection.

It was quite an
effort to regenerate

his puny little brain cells.

It took me 15 years!

So many years.

Oh, I'm just a traveling man,

one who moves.

I have 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 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.

I'm tired.

I am so tired.

Bill, help me.

Damien?

No!

Little Jack Horner,

child's play, Lieutenant.

Father Morning, please.

Jimmy, I can't read this.

Korner, 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.

I'm a traveling
man, one who moves.

Old friends, one who moves.

One who moves, one who...

I didn't hear it,
say it again, will you?

Yeah, and I...

Hit the lights!

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?

He's 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 dance,

to the dance, to the dance...

Julie.

Hello.

Bill.

Hiya, honey.

Where...

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Okay, sweetheart.

That was Bill.

There's a nurse coming
over with a package.

Danny, get in the car!

Roll it, roll it,
move it, move it, go, go!

Go around!

Ram it if you have to!

Ram it.

Back up, you son of a, get out!

Go!

That must be the nurse.

Go around the back!

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 alright.

No, it isn't alright.

What's this nurse thing?

What nurse?

I'm so tired.

Oh hi, Stevie!

Yeah, how'd it go?

Julie!

Daddy, I'm talking.

Sorry, Steve, 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?"

Please help me.

Is it bedtime?

So is she staying
for dinner or what?

It's okay, Danny, we're good.

Catatonics

are so easy to possess.

I've been waiting
for you, Lieutenant.

I wanted you to see this.

Julie!

Daddy!

Grandma!

What's this?

Morning!

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 Father,

and of the Son,

and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen!

"Save your servant

"who trusts in you, my God.

"Let him find in you, Lord,

"a fortified tower in
the face of the enemy.

"Our Father, who art in heaven,

"hallowed be thy name.

"Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done--"

I see, we are praying now.

Bright prayers.

"Give us this day
our daily bread."

Do you think they will
save you now, as before?

Well, I can pray too.

Do you feel my little orisons
creeping up your spine?

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!"

I command you.

Allerton?

Nurse Al--

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?

My God, 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,

and stink,

and in every crawling
putrid thing,

every possible ugliness,
and corruption,

you son of a bitch!

I believe,

in you.

My God!

Go, Bill.

Why God!

You grow tiresome, 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.

No!

Bill, now, shoot
now, kill me now!

We won,

Bill.

Now, free me.