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Sure do love you.

- Morning.
- Good morning, Mrs. MacNeil.

- How are you today?
- Fine, thank you.

That's good.

It's okay, I've got it. Thanks.

- Good morning, madam.
- Good morning, Karl.

Oh, Karl, we've got rats in the attic.
You'd better get some traps.

- Rats?
- Mm-hm. I'm afraid so.

But the attic is clean.

All right, then, we've got clean rats.

- No, no. No rats.
- I just heard them, Karl.

Maybe plumbing.

Yeah, or maybe rats.
Now, will you just get the traps?

Yes, I go now.

Don't go now.
The stores aren't open yet.

- I'll go see.
- They're closed!

In the group over here,
I need a priest, a nun...

That's exactly what we want.

As the camera follows...

Burke. Oh, Burke.

- Is this scene really essential?
- Chris.

Just consider if we can do without it.

Take a look at this damn thing.
It just doesn't make sense.

It's plain.
You're a teacher of the college.

You don't want the building torn down.

- Come on. I can read, for chrissake.
- Well, what's wrong?

Well, why are they tearing
the building down?

Shall we summon the writer?
He's in Paris, I believe.

Hiding?
Fucking.

Scene 39, hotel. Take four.

All right. Hustle, background.
And action.

Hasn't there been enough killing?
Yeah!

Is this your campus?
Yeah!

Get the Offense Department
off this campus!

It's our school!

They have no right!

I've seen enough killing in my life!

There's no reason for it anymore!

Wait a minute, wait a minute!
Hold it! Hey, come on.

We're all concerned with human rights,
for God's sakes...

...but the kids who wanna
get an education have a right too!

Don't you understand? It's against
your own principle, for God's sake!

You can't accomplish anything
by shutting kids out of their--

- If you want-- Hold it, hold it!
Quiet!

If you want to effect any change,
you have to do it within the system.

Okay, cut. That's a wrap.

- I'll walk home tonight.
- Okay.

Here, take that
and drop it at my house, yeah?

- Good night, Tom.
Good night.

There's not a day in my life
that I don't feel like a fraud.

I mean, priest, doctor, lawyers.
I've talked to them all.

I don't know anyone
who hasn't felt that.

Hello?
- In here.

- Hi. How'd your day go?
Oh, not too bad.

It was like the Walt Disney version
of the Ho Chi Minh story.

Other than that, terrific.

- What we got, anything exciting?
- Here.

- Oh, great.
- And also, you got an invitation.

- What's this?
- Dinner at the White House.

You're kidding.
Is it a big party or something?

I think it's five or six people.

Thursday, huh? All right.

Hi, Mom.
What'd you do today?

- Stuff.
- What's that mean, "stuff"?

Well, me and Sharon
played a game in the backyard.

- You did?
- And we had a picnic down by the river.

That sounds good.

Mom, you should have seen. This man
came along on this beautiful gray horse.

Really? What kind?
- Wasn't he pretty?

Was it a mare, a gelding, what?

I think it was a gelding.

It was gray. Oh, it was so beautiful.

The guy let me ride it all around
and everything.

No kidding.
She rode for half an hour.

It was so nice. Oh, I loved it.
Oh, Mom, can't we get a horse?

- Not while we're in Washington, honey.
- Why not, Mom?

We'll see when we get home, okay?

- When could I have one?
- We'll see, Regan. We'll see.

Hey, listen, on the party invitations,
I wanted to write a personal--

Regan, don't! Regan, come back here!

- All right, give it up. Give it up.
- No!

You'll be sorry! Come on.
- No!

Father?

Could you help an old altar boy?

I'm a Catholic.

Don't play that shit with me.

Don't play that. Get out of here.

All right, come on, man.

What, are you crazy?
Go ahead.

Hey, man!

Mama?

Mama?

Mama?

Dimmy! Dimmy!

How are you, Mama?

- I'm so glad to see you.
- You look good.

I'm all right.

- How's your leg?
- How about you? You are all right?

I'm fine, Mama. I'm fine.

Your Uncle John passed by to visit me.

- Oh, really? When?
- Last month.

- Too tight?
- No.

You have to stay off it.
You can't go up and down the stairs.

You have to give it a rest.

Okay.

I could take you somewhere where
you'd be safe. You wouldn't be alone.

There would be people around.

You wouldn't be sitting here
listening to a radio.

You understand me?

This is my house
and I'm not going no place.

Dimmy, you worry for something?

- No, Mama.
- You are not happy.

Tell me, what is the matter?

Mama, I'm all right. I'm fine.
Really, I am.

Here it comes.

There.

Oh, look at that.
- You like it?

Isn't that funny?

I better put him over here to dry,
though. He's still wet.

Oh, here we go.

There, he can dry there.

Hey, where'd this come from?

I found it.
- Where?

Closet.

You been playing with it?

- Yup.
- Do you know how?

I'll show you.

Wait a minute. You need two.

No, you don't. I do it all the time.

Oh, yeah? Well, let's both play with it.

You really don't want me to play, huh?

No, I do. Captain Howdy said no.

- Captain who?
- Captain Howdy.

Who's Captain Howdy?

You know, I make the questions
and he does the answers.

- Oh, Captain Howdy. I see.
- He's nice.

Oh, I'll bet he is.

- Here, I'll show you.
- All right.

Captain Howdy,
do you think my mom's pretty?

Captain Howdy?

Captain Howdy, that isn't very nice.

- Well, maybe he's sleeping.
- You think?

Regan, why are you reading that stuff?

Because I like it.

It's not even a good picture of you.
Look at that.

- You look so mature.
- I wouldn't talk.

You wouldn't talk?
Well, I didn't know they were taking it.

I didn't have my makeup man there.

Let me take an eyelash off your face.

Okay. No, I didn't get it.

What are we gonna do on your birthday?
Isn't it nice it's on Sunday this year?

- No work. What can we do?
- I don't know.

Well, what would you like to do?
Got any ideas?

Mm-mm.

Let me think, let me think.
What can we do?

Hey, we never finished seeing
all the sights in Washington.

Didn't get to Lee Mansion
and lots of stuff.

Shall we do that, go sightseeing?
If it's a nice day?

- Yeah, let's do that.
- Okay.

And tomorrow night,
I'll take you to a movie. Okay?

Oh, I love you.

I love you, Rags.

We'll have a good day, yeah?

You can bring Mr. Dennings if you like.

Mr. Dennings?

Well, you know, it's okay.

Well, thank you very much...

...but why on earth would I wanna
bring Burke on your birthday?

- Well, you like him.
- Yeah, I like him. Don't you like him?

Hey, what's going on? What is this?

- You're gonna marry him, aren't you?
- Oh, my God. Are you kidding?

- What?
- Me marry Burke Dennings?

Don't be silly. Of course not.
Where'd you ever get an idea like that?

But you like him.

Of course I like him. I like pizzas too,
but I'm not gonna marry one.

You don't like him like Daddy?

Regan, I love your daddy.

I'll always love your daddy, honey.
Okay?

Burke just comes around
here a lot because...

...well, he's lonely.
Don't got nothing to do.

Well, I heard differently.

Oh, you did? What did you hear, huh?

- I don't know. I just thought.
- Come on. What did you hear?

Well, you didn't think so good.

How do you know?

Because Burke and I are just friends.
Okay? Really.

- Okay.
- You ready for sleep?

- Good night.
- Good night, honey.

Lord, I was born a rambling man

It's my mother, Tom.

She's alone.
I never should have left her.

At least in New York,
I'd be near her, I'd be close to her.

I could see about a transfer, Damien.

I need reassignment, Tom. I want out
of this job. It's wrong, it's no good.

You're the best we've got.

Am I really?

It's more than psychiatry,
and you know that, Tom.

Some of their problems
come down to faith...

...their vocation, the meaning of
their lives, and I can't cut it anymore.

I need out. I'm unfit.

I think I've lost my faith, Tom.

Hello? Yes, this is Mrs. MacNeil.

Operator, you have got to be kidding!

I have been on this line for 20 minutes!

Jesus Christ. Can you believe this?

He doesn't even call his daughter
on her birthday.

Maybe the circuit is busy.
Oh, circuits, my ass!

He doesn't give a shit.

- Why don't you let me--?
- No, I've got it, Sharon.

It's all right.

Yes. No, operator,
don't tell me there's no answer.

It's the Hotel Excelsior in Rome.

Would you try it again, please,
and let it ring?

Yeah, hello? Yes.

No. Operator, I've given you
the number four times.

What, do you take an illiteracy test
to get that job, for chrissakes?

Don't tell me to be calm, goddamn it!

I've been on this fucking line
for 20 minutes!

Yeah?

You're kidding me.

Okay. I thought I just went to bed.

Yeah.

Hey, what are we doing, Scene 61?

Okay. Oh, just remind Flo
about that blue belt, huh?

All right. Yeah, I'll see you.

What are you doing here?

My bed was shaking.

I can't get to sleep.

Oh, honey.

Goddamn it.

Jesus.

There's nothing.

Oh, Karl.

Jesus Christ, Karl, don't do that.

I'm very sorry, but you see, no rats.

No rats. Thanks a lot. That's terrific.

Oh, God.

The edema affected her brain,
you understand?

She don't let no doctor come near her.

She was all the time screaming,
talking to the radio.

Should've called the minute it happened.

Listen.

Regular hospital not gonna
put up with that.

We give her a shot and bring her here...

...till the doctors fix her leg,
then we take her right out.

Two or three months and she's out,
good as new.

- Miss?
Yes?

We want to see Mrs. Karras.

Do you have an appointment?
- Yes.

- Are you a relative?
- Yes, I am her brother. He is her son.

Just a minute.

You know, it's funny.

If you wasn't a priest, you'd be famous
psychiatrist on Park Avenue.

Your mother, she'd be living
in a penthouse instead of there.

You go in, Dimmy.
I wait for you outside.

You'll find Mrs. Karras in the last bed
on the left-hand side.

No, no. No, no.

Don't bother the Father.

Go to your bed. Go to your bed.

No, no.

The Father will be back to see you.
It's all right.

Mama.

It's Dimmy, Mama.

Dimmy.

Why did you do this to me, Dimmy?

Why?

Come on,
I'm gonna take you out of here, Mama.

Mama, I'm gonna take you home.
I'll have you out of here tonight, Mama.

Mama, everything's gonna be all right.
Mama, I'm gonna take you home.

Mama, I'm gonna take you home.

Couldn't you have put her
someplace else?

Like what? Private hospital?

Who got the money for that, Dimmy?
You?

There seems to be an alien pubic hair
in my drink.

- I beg your pardon?
- Never seen it before in my life.

Have you?

We're pretty comfortable up there...

...compared to
the Gemini and Mercury programs.

They were tight for space.

You see, we got about 210 cubic feet,
so we can move around.

If you ever go up there again,
will you take me along?

What for?

First missionary on Mars.

Tell me, was it public relations you did
for the Gestapo or community relations?

- I'm Swiss.
- Yes, of course.

And you never went bowling
with Goebbels either, I suppose.

Nazi bastard.

Over behind the church.
You know where I mean?

- It's a red brick wing.
- Saint Mike's.

What goes on there?
Who's the priest I keep seeing there?

He's there all the time.
He has black hair.

He's very intense looking. Who's that?

- Damien Karras.
- Karras?

That's his office, back of Saint Mike's.
He's our psychiatric counselor.

He had a pretty rough knock last night,
poor guy. His mother passed away.

She was living by herself...

...and I guess she was dead
a couple of days before they found her.

Cunting Hun.

Bloody, damned, butchering Nazi pig.

Stop it! I'll kill you!

What's the matter with you?

What's for dessert?

You sleeping?

You get some--
Whoa, steady, big fellow.

Okay. There he goes. All right.

Listen, Burke, your car's at the curb.
Louie's waiting. It's nice and warm.

Yes, honey. What?

Fuck it.

- Acting up.
- Blind is what he was.

Down on thirty-third
And third

- Hi, Chris. This is a great party.
- Yeah, don't stop. Keep going.

I don't need any encouragement. My idea
of heaven is a solid white nightclub...

...with me as a headliner
for all eternity, and they love me.

Down on the east side
Of thirty-third and third

That's my home sweet home

Some people think
It's the home of black eyes

Just because--

Hey, I think we've got a guest.

You're gonna die up there.

Regan? Oh, my God, honey.

Honey, what's the matter?

- Sorry, she's sick.
- It's okay.

She didn't know what she was saying.
Come upstairs. Come on.

What made you say that, Regan?

Do you know, sweetheart?

Mother?

What's wrong with me?

It's just like the doctor said.
It's nerves, and that's all. Okay?

You just take your pills
and you'll be fine. Really.

Okay?

Is it coming out, Willi?

- Yes, I think so.
- Good.

Mother! Mother!

Mother! Mother!

Mother! Help, Mother!

- Oh, my God!
- Make it stop!

Big flop.

Another five with a pair.
There's the ten with two-- Three clubs.

And a six. Pair of threes still best.

- A quarter for the bet.
Okay, I'm in.

Okay.

All right, pot's right. Here they come.
Down, down.

Threes are still the best.

Yeah.

Where'd you get the money
for the Chivas Regal, the poor box?

That's an insult.
I got a vow of poverty.

Where'd you get it, then?

I stole it.

I believe you.

College presidents shouldn't drink.
It tends to set a bad example.

I figure I saved him
from a big temptation.

Oh, Christ!

I should have been there.
I wasn't there. Should have been.

There was nothing you could do.

Lie down.

Give me the butt. Come on.

- Now you think you can sleep?
- Yeah.

- Are you gonna steal my shoes now?
- No.

I tell fortunes by reading the creases.
Now, shut up and go to sleep.

Good night.

Stealing is a sin.

I don't want it!

- Regan, honey, it's to help you.
I don't want it!

Hold still. Hold still, baby.
- I don't want it!

You fucking bastard!

Remember also, O Lord,
thy servant, Mary Karras...

...who has gone before us with the sign
of faith and sleeps the sleep of peace.

Lord, I am not worthy to receive you.

But only say the word
and I shall be healed.

May the body of Christ
bring me to everlasting life.

Well, it's a symptom...

...of a type of disturbance
in the chemical-electrical activity...

...of the brain. In the case
of your daughter, the temporal lobe.

Here in the lateral part of the brain.

It's rare, but it does cause
bizarre hallucinations...

...and usually just before a convulsion.

A convulsion?

The shaking of the bed.
That's doubtless due to muscular spasms.

Oh, no. No, no, that was no spasm.

Look, I got on the bed.

The whole bed was thumping
and rising off the floor...

...and shaking, the whole thing,
with me on it.

Mrs. MacNeil, the problem
with your daughter is not her bed.

It's her brain.

So, um, what causes this?

Lesion. Lesion in the temporal lobe.

It's a kind of seizure disorder.

Look, doc, I really don't understand
how her whole personality could change.

- In the temporal lobe, it's very common.
- It is?

It can last for days or even weeks.

It isn't rare to find destructive...

...even criminal behavior.

Hey, do me a favor, will you?
Tell me something good.

Don't be alarmed. If it's a lesion,
in a way, she's fortunate.

All we have to do is remove the scar.

Regan, can you sit up, scoot over here?

Watch the IV.

A little more.

Good.

Regan, I'm just gonna move you down
on the table, okay?

It's just for a short time.

You're doing fine.

Very sticky.

Now, Regan, you're gonna feel
something a little bit cold and wet.

Okay. Now you're gonna feel
a little stick here. Don't move.

Good.

Okay. You're gonna feel some pressure
here. Now, don't move.

Hook up.

There's nothing there.
No vascular displacement at all.

Do you want me to run another series?

I don't think so.
I'd like you to see her again.

Excuse me, doctor.
Chris MacNeil is on the phone.

She says it's urgent.

- You got some time?
- Of course.

- Dr. Klein?
- Yes, I'm Dr. Klein.

- This is Dr. Taney.
How do you do?

Things have gotten worse since I phoned.
Come upstairs.

Is she having spasms again?
They've gotten violent.

- Did you give her the medication?
- Yes.

What was that?
- Thorazine.

Before that, it was Ritalin.

Chris, doctors.

Mother, please!
- This is Dr. Taney.

What is it?
Please, make it stop!

It's burning! It's burning!

Do something, doctor. Please help her.

Please, Mother, make it stop!
He's trying to kill me!

Mother! Mother! Make it--

All right, Regan, let's see what the--

Regan!
Keep away!

The sow is mine!

Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!

My bag!

Stay away from me! Stay away!

Hold her steady. Hold her tight!

Don't let them!

She's heavily sedated.

She'll probably sleep through tomorrow.

What was going on in there?
How could she fly off the bed like that?

Pathological states
can induce abnormal strength...

...accelerated motor performance.

For example...

...say a 90-pound woman sees her child
pinned under the wheel of a truck...

...runs out and lifts the wheels
a half a foot up off the ground.

You've heard the story. Same thing here.

Same principle, I mean.

So, what's wrong with her?

We still think that the temporal lobe--

Oh, what are you talking about,
for chrissakes?

Did you see her or not?!

She's acting like
she's fucking out of her mind!

Psychotic, like a-- What do you--?
A split personality, or...

Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry.

There haven't been more
than 100 authentic cases...

...of so-called split personality,
Mrs. MacNeil.

Now, I know the temptation
is to leap to psychiatry...

...but any reasonable psychiatrist would
exhaust the somatic possibilities first.

So, what's next?

A pneumoencephalogram,
I would think, to pin down that lesion.

It will involve another spinal.

Oh, Christ!

Well, what we missed in the EEG
and the arteriograms...

...could conceivably turn up there.

At least it would eliminate
certain other possibilities.

Dr. Taney says the x-rays are negative.

In other words, normal.

You keep any drugs in your house?

No, of course not. Nothing like that.

- Are you sure?
- Well, of course I'm sure.

I'd tell you.

Christ, I don't even smoke grass.

Are you planning to be home soon?

I mean to L.A., I mean.

No, I, uh...

I'm building a new house.

My old one's been sold.

I don't know.

I was gonna take...

I was gonna take Regan to Europe
for a while after she finished school.

Why'd you ask?

I think it's time we started
looking for a psychiatrist.

Hello?

Shar?

Shit.

God.

Sharon?

What do you mean, going off
and leaving Regan by herself?

Her window's wide open.
The room is freezing.

Didn't he tell you?

- Didn't who?
- Burke. Isn't--?

- What's Burke got to do with it?
- There wasn't anybody here.

So when I went to get the Thorazine,
I had him stay with her, and...

- I should have known better.
- I guess you should have.

How were the tests?

We have to start looking for a shrink.

Hi, Chuck. Come on in.

I suppose you heard.

Heard what?

You haven't heard.

Burke's dead.

He must have been drunk. He fell from
the top of the steps right outside.

By the time he hit M Street,
he broke his neck.

Oh, God.

No!

Yeah, I know.

When I touch your forehead,
open your eyes.

Are you comfortable, Regan?

Yes.

How old are you?

Twelve.

Is there someone inside you?

Sometimes.

Who is it?

I don't know.

Is it Captain Howdy?

I don't know.

If I ask him to tell me,
will you let him answer?

- No.
Why not?

I'm afraid.

If he talks to me,
I think he'll leave you.

Do you want him to leave you?

Yes.

I'm speaking to the person
inside of Regan now.

If you are there, you too are hypnotized
and must answer all my questions.

Come forward...

...and answer me now.

Are you the person inside of Regan?

Who are you?

- Harold, help me!
Let go!

Father Karras?

Have we met?

No, we haven't met,
but they said I could tell.

That you look like a boxer.

William F. Kinderman. Homicide.

What's this all about?

It's true. You do look like a boxer.

Like John Garfield in Body and Soul.

Exactly. John Garfield.
People tell you that, Father?

Do people tell you
you look like Paul Newman?

Always.

Well, you know this director
who was doing the film here...

- ...Burke Dennings?
- I've seen him.

You've seen him.

You're also familiar
how last week he died?

Only what I read in the papers.

Father, what do you know
on the subject of witchcraft?

From the witching end, not the hunting.

- I once did a paper on it.
- Really?

From the psychiatric end.

I know. I read it.

Father, this desecration
in the church...

...do you think this has
anything to do with witchcraft?

Maybe. Some rituals used
in the black mass, maybe.

And now Dennings.
You read how he died?

In a fall.

Let me tell you how.
And please, Father...

...confidential.

Burke Dennings, good Father...

...was found at the bottom of
those steps leading to M Street...

...with his head turned
completely around...

...facing backwards.

It didn't happen in the fall?

It's possible.

- Possible, however--
- Unlikely.

Exactly.

So on the one hand,
we've got a witchcraft kind of murder...

...and on the other hand...

...a black mass-type desecration
in the church.

You think the killer
and the desecrator are the same?

Maybe somebody crazy...

...somebody with a spite
against the Church.

Some unconscious rebellion.

A sick priest, is that it?

Look, Father, this is hard for you.
Please, I understand...

...but for priests on the campus here,
you're the psychiatrist.

You'd know who was sick at the time,
who wasn't.

I mean, this kind of sickness,
you'd know that.

I don't know anyone
who fits that description.

Ah.

Doctor's ethics.
If you knew, you wouldn't tell, huh?

No, I probably wouldn't.

Not to bother you with trivia,
but a psychiatrist...

...in sunny California, no less...

...was put in jail for not telling
the police what he knew about a patient.

- Is that a threat?
- No, I mention it only in passing.

Incidentally,
I mention it only in passing...

...I could always tell the judge
it was a matter of confession.

Hey, Father, wait a minute.

- Do you like movies?
- Very much.

Well, I get passes
to the best shows in town.

Mrs. K, though, you know,
she gets tired, never likes to go.

- That's too bad.
- Yeah, I hate to go alone.

You know, I love to talk film...

...discuss, to critique.

You wanna see a film with me?
I got passes to the Crest. It's Othello.

- Who's in it?
- Who's in it?

Debbie Reynolds, Desdemona,
and Othello, Groucho Marx. You happy?

I've seen it.

One last time. You can think of
some priest who fits the bill?

- Come on.
- Answer the question, Father Paranoia.

All right. All right.

- You know who I think really did it?
- Who?

The Dominicans. Go pick on them.

I could have you deported,
you know that?

I lied.

You look like Sal Mineo.

It looks like a type of disorder
that's rarely ever seen anymore...

...except in primitive cultures.

We call it somnambular-form possession.

Quite frankly, we really
don't know much about it at all...

...except that it starts
with a conflict or a guilt...

...and it leads
to the patient's delusions...

...that his body has been invaded...

...by some alien intelligence.

A spirit, if you will.

Look, I'm telling you again,
and you'd better believe me...

...I am not going to lock her up
in some goddamn asylum.

- Well, it's out of--
- And I don't care what you call it.

I'm not putting her away.

- Well, I'm sorry.
- You're sorry? Jesus Christ!

Eighty-eight doctors...

...and all you can tell me
with all your bullshit is...

Of course, there is one
outside chance for a cure.

But I think of it as a shock treatment.

As I said, it's a very outside chance--

Would you just name it, for God sakes?
What is it?

- Do you have any religious beliefs?
- No.

What about your daughter?

No. Why?

Have you ever heard of exorcism?

Well, it's a stylized ritual...

...in which the rabbi or the priest...

...try to drive out
the so-called invading spirit.

It's been pretty much discarded
these days...

...except by the Catholics,
who keep it in the closet...

...as a sort of embarrassment.

But it has worked, in fact...

...although not for the reasons
they think, of course.

It's purely force of suggestion.

The victim's belief in possession
is what helped cause it...

...so in that same way...

...the belief in the power of exorcism
can make it disappear.

You're telling me that I should
take my daughter to a witch doctor.

Is that it?

Karl?

Did you put this in Regan's bedroom?

She's going to be well?

Karl, if you put this
in Regan's bedroom...

...I want you to tell me. Now, did you?

No, not me.

I didn't.

This was under Regan's pillow.
Did you put it there?

Of course I didn't.

I didn't put it.

Excuse me, madam.
- What?

- A man to see you.
What man?

Might your daughter remember, perhaps...

...if Mr. Dennings was in her room
that night?

Why do you ask?

Might she remember?

No. No, she was heavily sedated.

It's serious?

Yes, I'm afraid it is.

- May I ask--?
- We still don't know.

Watch out for drafts.

A draft in the fall when the house
is hot is a magic carpet for bacteria.

Excuse me, madam. Anything else?

No, Karl, we're fine. Thank you.

It's all right, Karl.

Why are you asking all this?

It's strange.

The deceased comes to visit,
stays only 20 minutes...

...and leaves all alone
a very sick girl?

And speaking plainly, Mrs. MacNeil...

...it isn't likely he would
fall from a window.

Besides, a fall wouldn't do to his neck
what we found...

...except maybe one chance
in a thousand.

No. My hunch...

My opinion...

...he was killed by
a very powerful man, point one.

And the fracturing of his skull,
point two...

...plus the various other things
we mentioned...

...would make it very probable--

Probable, not certain.

that the deceased was killed and then
pushed from your daughter's window.

But nobody was in the room except
your daughter, so how can this be?

It could be one way.

If someone came calling
between the time Miss Spencer left...

...and the time you returned.

Judas Priest, just a second.

- The servants, they have visitors?
- Not at all.

You were expecting a package that day,
some delivery?

- None that I know of.
- Groceries, cleaning, a package?

I really wouldn't know.
See, Karl takes care of all that.

I see.

Would you like to ask him?

No, never mind, it's...

It's very remote.

No, never mind.

Would you like some more coffee?

Please.

That's cute.

Your daughter, she's the artist?

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Incidentally...

...you might ask your daughter...

...if she remembers seeing Mr. Dennings
in her room that night.

Look, he wouldn't have any reason
in the world to go up to her room.

Oh, I know, I realize...

...but if certain British doctors
never asked "what is this fungus?"...

...we wouldn't today have penicillin,
correct?

Well, when she's better, I'll ask her.

- Yeah, it couldn't hurt.
- Okay.

In the meantime...

That's okay.

- I really hate to ask you this, but--
- What?

For my daughter,
could you please give an autograph?

Of course. Where's a pencil?

Right here. Here.

Oh. She'd love it.

And what's her name?

I lied. It's for me.

- The spelling is on the back, Kinderman.
- I see. Okay.

You know that film you made, Angel?

- Oh, yeah.
- I saw that six times.

- Really?
- It was beautiful.

Thank you.

You're a very nice lady.

- Thank you.
- You're a nice man.

I'll come back
when she's feeling better.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Please, no!

Do it!
Please, don't!

You bitch! Do it! Do it!

No! Please, no!

Yes! Let Jesus fuck you!

Let Jesus fuck you!

Let him fuck you!

Give it! Give it to me!

Lick me! Lick me!

Chris!

Mrs. MacNeil, open the door.

Open the door!

Do you know what she did,
your cunting daughter?

Chris MacNeil?

- Please go away.
- I'm Father Karras.

- Excuse me.
- I'm very sorry. Hello.

I should have told you
I wouldn't be in uniform.

Yeah, that would have helped.

Have you got a cigarette, Father?

Thanks.

- Cold.
- Yeah.

How did a shrink
ever get to be a priest?

It's the other way around. The Society
sent me through medical school.

Oh. Where?

Harvard, Bellevue, Johns Hopkins.

- Places like that.
- I see.

You're a friend of Father Dyer's, right?

Yes, I am.

- Pretty close?
- Pretty close.

Did he talk to you about my party?

He sure did.

About my daughter?

No, I didn't know you had one.

- He didn't mention her?
- No.

He didn't tell you what she did?

He didn't mention her.

Priests are pretty tight-mouthed,
then, huh?

That depends.

- On what?
- The priest.

Sure.

I mean, what if a person came to you...

...you know, that was a murderer
or criminal of some kind...

...and they wanted some kind of help?

I mean, would you have to turn him in?

Well, if he came to me
for spiritual advice, I'd say no.

- You wouldn't?
- No, I wouldn't.

But I would try to convince him
to turn himself in.

And how do you go about
getting an exorcism?

I beg your pardon?

If, um-- If a person's, you know,
possessed by a demon or something...

...how do they get an exorcism?

I'd have to get them into a time machine
and get them back to the 16th century.

I didn't get you.

It just doesn't happen anymore,
Mrs. MacNeil.

Oh, yeah? Since when?

Well, since we learned about
mental illness, paranoia, schizophrenia.

All those things they taught me
at Harvard.

Mrs. MacNeil,
since the day I joined the Jesuits...

...I've never met one priest
who has performed an exorcism. Not one.

Yeah, well...

...it just so happens that
somebody very close to me...

...is probably possessed...

...and needs an exorcist.

Father Karras, it's my little girl.

Then that's all the more reason
to forget about exorcism.

Why? I don't understand.

To begin with,
it could make things worse.

How?

Secondly, the Church,
before it approves an exorcism...

...conducts an investigation to see
if it's warranted. That takes time.

Meanwhile, your daughter--

- You could do it yourself.
- No. I need Church approval...

...and that's rarely given.

- Could you see her?
- Yes, I could.

I could see her as a psychiatrist,
but I--

Oh, not a psychiatrist.
She needs a priest.

She's seen every fucking psychiatrist
in the world, and they sent me to you.

Now are you gonna send me
back to them?

- Jesus Christ, won't somebody help me?
- You don't understand--

Oh, God, can't you help her?
Just help her!

It wants no straps.

Hello, Regan.

I'm a friend of your mother's.
I'd like to help you.

You might loosen these straps, then.

I'm afraid you might hurt yourself,
Regan.

I'm not Regan.

I see.

Well, then, let's introduce ourselves.
I'm Damien Karras.

And I'm the devil.

Now, kindly undo these straps.

If you're the devil,
why not make the straps disappear?

That's much too vulgar
a display of power, Karras.

Where's Regan?

In here, with us.

Show me Regan
and I'll loosen one of the straps.

Could you help an old altar boy, Father?

Your mother's in here with us, Karras.

Would you like to leave a message?

I'll see that she gets it.

If that's true...

...then you must know
my mother's maiden name.

What is it?

What is it?

Thank you.

Look, I'm only against the possibility
of doing your daughter...

...more harm than good.

Nothing you could do
could make it any worse.

I can't do it. I need evidence
that the Church would accept...

- ...as signs of possession.
- Like what?

Speaking in a language
she's never known or studied.

What else?

I don't know. I'd have to look it up.

I thought you were supposed
to be an expert.

There are no experts.

You probably know as much
about possession as most priests.

Look, your daughter
doesn't say she's a demon.

She says she's the devil himself.

If you've seen as many psychotics
as I have...

...you'd realize that's the same thing
as saying you're Napoleon Bonaparte.

You asked me what I think
is best for your daughter.

Six months under observation
in the best hospital you can find.

You show me Regan's double...

...same face, same voice, everything...

...and I'd know it wasn't Regan.

I'd know in my gut.

I'm telling you that that thing upstairs
isn't my daughter.

I want you to tell me
that you know for a fact...

...that there's nothing wrong
with my daughter except in her mind.

Tell me you know for a fact
that an exorcism wouldn't do any good.

You tell me that!

Did Regan know
a priest was coming over?

- No.
- Did you know my mother died recently?

- Yes, I did. I'm very sorry.
- No.

Is Regan aware of it?

Not at all.

Why'd you ask?

It's not important. Good night.

He broke the bread,
gave it to his disciples and said:

"Take this, all of you, and eat it...

...for this is my body."

When the supper was ended,
he took the cup.

Again he gave you thanks and praise.

He gave the cup to his disciples
and said, "Take this...

...all of you, and drink from it.

This is the cup of my blood.

The blood of the new and everlasting
covenant, the mystery of faith."

What an excellent day for an exorcism.

You'd like that?

Intensely.

But wouldn't that drive you
out of Regan?

It would bring us together.

You and Regan?

You and us.

Did you do that?

- Do it again.
- In time.

No, now.

In time.

Mirabile dictu, don't you agree?

You speak Latin?

How long are you planning
to stay in Regan?

Until she rots and lies stinking
in the earth.

What's that?

Holy water.

You keep it away.

Ahh! It burns!

Oh, it burns!

Who are you?

You know, I'm, like, in seclusion.

No, I'm just exhausted from work.

Um...

She's-- She's all right.

She's just...

I don't wanna talk about it, okay?

Um...

Okay, I'll talk to you. I'll call you
as soon as it's over, all right?

No, I just-- I'm really-- I'm going
through something and I just have to...

No, no. No, no.

There's nothing.

Hey, thanks a lot.

Bye, now.

- Want a drink?
- Please.

What do you drink?

Scotch.

- Ice, water.
- Okay.

No ice. I'll get some from the kitchen.

That's all right. I'll take it straight.
Please, sit.

- Really? You sure?
- Yeah, sit.

- Where's her father?
- In Europe.

- Have you told him what's happening?
- No.

Well, I think you should.

I told Regan that was holy water.

I sprinkled it on her
and she reacted very violently.

- It's tap water.
- What's the difference?

Holy water's blessed. And that doesn't
help support a case for possession.

She killed Burke Dennings.

What?

She killed Burke Dennings.

She pushed him out her window.

Who are you?

It's a language, all right.
It's English.

- What do you mean, English?
- It's English in reverse. Listen.

Give us time.

Let her die.

I am no one. I am no one.

Fear the priest.

Fear the priest.

Merrin!

I am no one.

Merrin! Fear the priest.

Merrin!

Merrin!

Yeah?

Yeah?

I'll be right there.

I don't want Chris to see this.

Well, what's wrong? What is it?

You're convinced that it's genuine?

I don't know.

No, not really, I suppose.

But I have made...

...a prudent judgment that it meets
the conditions set down in The Ritual.

You would want to
do the exorcism yourself?

Yes.

Might be best to have
a man with experience.

Maybe someone who's spent time
in foreign missions.

I understand, Your Excellency.

Let's see who's around.

In the meantime,
I'll call you as soon as I know.

Thank you, Your Excellency.

Well, he does know the background.

I doubt there's any danger
in just having him assist.

There should be
a psychiatrist present, anyway.

What about the exorcist?

Have you any ideas?

How about Lankester Merrin?

Merrin?

I had a notion he was in Iraq.

I read he was working on a dig
near Nineveh.

You're right, but he's finished.

He came back three or four months ago.
He's at Woodstock now.

What's he doing there, teaching?

He's working on another book.

Don't you think he's too old, Tom?
How's his health?

He must be all right. He's still
running around digging up tombs.

Mm.

- Besides, he's had experience.
- I didn't know that.

Ten, 12 years ago, I think, in Africa.

The exorcism supposedly lasted months.
I heard it damn near killed him.

Father?

You're Mrs. MacNeil?
- Yes.

I'm Father Merrin.

- Come in.
- Thank you.

- Is Father Karras here?
Yes.

- Father.
He's here already.

- Father Karras.
- It's an honor to meet you, Father.

- Are you very tired?
- No.

I'd like you to go quickly across
to the residence, Damien...

...and gather up a cassock for myself...

...two surplices, a purple stole,
and some holy water...

...and...

...your copy of The Roman Ritual.
The large one.

I believe we should begin.

Do you wanna hear the background
of the case first?

Why?

Especially important is the warning...

...to avoid conversations
with the demon.

We may ask what is relevant,
but anything beyond that is dangerous.

He's a liar. The demon is a liar.

He will lie to confuse us.

But he will also mix lies
with the truth...

...to attack us.

The attack is psychological, Damien.

And powerful.

So don't listen.

Remember that. Do not listen.

It might be helpful
if I gave you some background...

...on the different personalities
Regan has manifested.

So far, I'd say there seem to be three.

- She's convinced that she's--
- There is only one.

Stick your cock up her ass...

...you motherfucking
worthless cocksucker.

Be silent!

Our Father, who art in heaven...

...hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done...

...on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

Forgive us our trespasses...

...as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation.

But deliver us from the evil one.

"Save me, O God, by thy name.
By thy might, defend my cause.

Proud men have risen up against me,
and men of violence seek my life...

...but God is my helper
and the Lord sustains my life.

In every need, he has delivered me.

Glory be to the Father,
the Son and to the Holy Spirit."

"As it was in the beginning,
now and shall be, world without end."

- "Save your servant."
- "Who places her trust in thee, my God."

"Be unto her, O Lord,
a fortified tower."

"In the face of the enemy..."

"Let the enemy have no power over her."

"Son of iniquity be powerless
to harm her."

Your mother sucks cocks in hell,
Karras, you faithless slime.

The Lord be with you.

- And also with you.
- Let us pray.

"Holy Lord, almighty Father,
everlasting God...

...and father of our Lord,
Jesus Christ...

...who once and for all, consigned that
fallen tyrant to the flames of hell...

...who sent your only begotten son into
the world to crush that roaring lion...

...hasten to our call for help...

...and snatch from ruination and from
the clutches of the noonday devil...

...this human being,
made in your image and likeness.

Strike terror, Lord, into the beast
now laying waste to your vineyard.

Let your mighty hand cast him out of
your servant, Regan Theresa MacNeil...

...so he may no longer
hold captive this person...

...whom it pleased you
to make in your image...

...and to redeem through your son,
who lives and reigns with you...

...in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
God, forever and ever."

Amen.
- O Lord, hear my prayer.

Father Karras.

Father Karras.

Damien. The response, please, Damien.

And let my cry come unto thee.

"Almighty Lord, word of God
the Father and Jesus Christ...

...God and Lord of all creation...

...who gave to your holy apostles...

...the power to tramp underfoot
serpents and scorpions.

Grant me...

...your unworthy servant...

- ...pardon for all my sins...
- Bastard!

- Scum!
- ...and the power...

...to confront this cruel demon."

See the cross of the Lord.
Be gone, you hostile power.

- O Lord, hear my prayer.
And let my cry come unto thee.

- The Lord be with you.
- And also with you.

Father.

I cast you out, unclean spirit!

- Shove it up your ass, you faggot!
- In the name of our Lord, Jesus Christ!

It is he who commands you!

He who flung you straight from heaven
to the depths of hell!

- Fuck him!
- Be gone...

- Fuck him, Karras! Fuck him.
- ...from this creature of God.

Be gone!

In the name of the Father,
and of the Son...

...of the Holy Spirit.

By this sign of the Holy Cross,
of our Lord, Jesus Christ...

...who lives and reigns with
the Father and the Holy Spirit.

Damien!

Amen.

God, defender of the human race...

...look down in pity...

You killed your mother!
You left her alone to die!

- Shut up!
She'll never forgive you!

Shut up!
Bastard!

I command you...

...by the judge of the living
and the dead...

...to depart from this servant of God.

It's the power-- Holy water.

It's the power of Christ
that compels you.

- The power of Christ compels you!
- The power of Christ compels you!

- The power of Christ compels you!
- The power of Christ compels you!

- The power of Christ compels you!
- The power of Christ compels you!

- The power of Christ compels you!
- The power of Christ compels you!

- The power of Christ compels you!
- The power of Christ compels you!

- The power of Christ compels you!
- The power of Christ compels you!

- The power of Christ compels you!
- The power of Christ compels you!

- The power of Christ compels you!
- The power of Christ compels you!

- The power of Christ compels you!
- The power of Christ compels you!

- The power of Christ compels you!
- The power of Christ compels you!

- The power of Christ compels you!
- The power of Christ compels you!

- The power of Christ compels you!
- The power of Christ compels you!

- The power of Christ compels you!
- The power of Christ compels you!

- The power of Christ compels you!
- The power of Christ compels you!

He brought you low
by his bloodstained cross.

Do not despise my command
because you know me to be a sinner.

It is God himself who commands you.

The majestic Christ who commands you.

God, the Father, commands you.

God, the Son, commands you.

God, the Holy Spirit, commands you.

The mystery of the cross commands you.

The blood of the martyrs commands you.

Give way to Christ,
you prince of murderers.

You're guilty before almighty God.

Guilty before his son.

Guilty before the whole human race.

It's the Lord who expels you...

...he who is coming to judge
both the living and the dead...

...and the world, by fire.

Are you tired?

Let's rest before we start again.

Will you excuse me, Damien?

Dimmy, why'd you do this to me?

Please, Dimmy. I'm afraid.

You're not my mother.

Dimmy, please!

What is it?

Her heart.

Can you give her something?

She'll go into a coma.
Dimmy.

You're not my mother!

Don't listen.
- Why, Dimmy?

Damien.

- Dimmy, please.
Damien.

Get out.

Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Is it over?

Is she gonna die?

No.

You son of a bitch!

Take me.

Come into me.

Goddamn you, take me!

Take me!

No!

Mother.

Mother.

Mother.

Mother?

Did somebody fall?
Bottom of the steps here!

Mother!

Mother!

Rags?

Regan, oh, my God!

Do you wanna make your confession?

Are you sorry for--?

Are you sorry for having offended God
and for all the sins of your past life?

Where do you want this?

What is it?
Phonograph.

Storage.

That's everything.

- I'm gonna miss you.
- Same here.

Sure you won't change your mind?

I found this in her room.

- You better hurry.
- Yeah.

Regan, come on, we have to get going.

She doesn't remember any of it.

That's good.

- All done.
- Okay.

Honey, this is Father Dyer.

- Hi, Father.
- Hello.

Ready, missus.

- Goodbye, Father.
- Goodbye.

I'll call you.

Bye.

- Bye, Father.
- I hope I see you again.

I hope so too.

Father Dyer?

I thought you'd like to keep this.