All language subtitles for The Return of the Exorcist (1975)_ENG

- Beloved brothers, it
is with a heavy heart

that we address our words.

In these sad, tormented times,

tempests of horror and violence

seem to be breaking over the world.

The deadly breath, the devil,
verging the very foundations

of our faith, vanishing from your hearts

the sweetness of hope.

And extinguishing in us
the pure flame of love.

But do not fall prey to
doubt and in-servitude.

Hold fast.

The devil defeated forever
in the resurrection

of our Lord Jesus Christ
shall never break the Citadel

of the church.

Blinded by pride some
would try to convince us

that the devil does not exist,

that he is nothing but an abstract idea.

Such ideas are folly.

Brothers, today more than ever
satan is present and active

in the world.

Bleeding sheep, stinking
herd of groveling swine.

He has never ceased in his wiles.

He has never despaired,

but be one day the master of
our hearts and our bodies.

Be alert brothers, pray.

Cringe, crawl, embrace yourselves.

This proper kingdom, provide.

I hate you.

I hate you.

Glory to thy name, oh
satan prince of darkness.

Lord of the world I today,
thy servant and thy minister,

the instrument of thy
will, pray thee almighty

and all powerful one, that
though shouldest enter

this sacred host and enter
into the heart and soul

of this, my chosen mate.

Thy servants, thirsty for
war, eager for the great dawn

of Armageddon, century after
century are waiting in anguish

for thy presence.

God of blood and
violence, great liberator,

angel of the sword, messenger of revolt,

black angel of death, listen to me.

Hear me.

Divine destroyer, hope of the downtrodden,

thou knowest that thy rebel angels

are only waiting for thy sign.

Liberate us, thy words
are our sacred gospel.

Remove our fear, our hesitations.

Make the timid brave.

Thou art the liberator of man.

Now is the time.

Reveal thyself to us as the lord of life.

Give us the strength to commit

the worst atrocities in thy name.

Thy servants are afraid
to go into the world

and bring about the apocalypse.

Rejoice in us, thy chosen ones.

Into thy mighty hands we
shall place this world

of objective justice and
lay it at thy feet oh satan,

lord of the universe.

Come to us master.

Hear the prayers of thy
faithful, thy servants.

Fill our hearts with
violence and perversions.

Let us pray that thou wilt
multiply thy appearances,

thy strange guises that
confound the reason of all men.

This is what we ask for us,

thy sons, disciples and soldiers,

power and glory and riches.

Thou are the light to thy soldiers,

thy rebels, we the loyal
sons of the mightiest of all.

Pulse is normal.

Well, she'll be alright.

- Agnes!

What happened?

What is it Doctor?

- Well your brother went
wild and attacked her.

And seemed he was in a kind of a trance.

I was obliged to tie him to his bed.

He had another crisis
and he attacked Agnes

while she was trying to soothe him.

Michael and I got here just in time.

I gave him a sedative to calm him.

He's asleep right now.

This last crisis I'm afraid
confirms my worst fears.

With Peter's case I can
only suggest an institution.

- Institution?

- Well he can't stay here.

It'd be too dangerous for
him and for the others.

- I must go to him.

Peter.

It's me, Elena.

- Untie me.

I'm in pain.

- Peter.

- You whore, filthy slut.

Damn.

Come here.

Scared, you lecherous bitch.

Come here.

- He must be sent to
an institution at once.

- No.

Please, anything but that Doctor.

- I'm sorry, but you must
try to be reasonable.

You've seen for yourself
the state that Peter is in.

It's a very bad case of
hysteria and your brother

has absolute need for special treatment

that only a psychiatric
hospital can provide.

-Doctor

Are you a practicing Christian?

- Why do you ask me that question?

- Because Peter is.

- I see what you're getting at.

For me it's a case of
hysteria, nothing more.

If he has the right
treatment he'll get better.

I want you to see he's
confined to a hospital.

- What's your objection to a
psychiatric hospital, then?

- They're like hell on Earth.

Unfortunately a few years ago

I had personal experience of that.

No Doctor, it's out of the question.

Oh God.

In the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Ghost, amen.

Speak my child.

- It's about my brother, Father.

Something terrible's happening to him.

At first I didn't believe it.

I couldn't.

But now I feel sure that it's
not just a mental condition

as Doctor Ferry thinks.

It's much more serious Father.

It all began the day that Peter

went on a trip with some friends.

Peter.

Peter, where are you?

- Oh Sherry, it's you.

- Well what's the idea
of screwing you off?

- Sherry, you know what
I saw, by the waterfall?

A naked girl.

- Naked?

- Yes, naked, I took some pictures.

She was right over there.

- A naked girl here, come on.

He's crazy, this isn't a nudist colony.

The poor kid's seeing things I guess.

He's overworked, Peter,

starting to have visions.
-See ya.

- But,

I got some photos of her, I tell you.

Bunch of idiots.

Right there, she was right
over there on the waterfall.

- Well, where is she now?

If the lady was there
and you took a picture,

I just wonder what happened to her.

Anyway, I suppose that by the
time you pushed the button

she'd rushed off.
- I saw her there.

I wasn't imagining it.

How 'bout the others?
The ones I took before.

- I'm sorry, strictly nothing, all blank.

- Oh, thank you Andre.

Thank you.

- It's only normal, it's youth I guess.

- Yes, that's right.

Still they shouldn't make
an exhibition of themselves.

I'm feeling a bit worried about Peter.

- Why?

- He's going through a difficult period.

- 10 past 12, come on.

Hey everybody, Sherry reached
adulthood 10 minutes ago.

-Congratulations.

My friends, let's
drink to this great occasion.

- Maybe we'd better join them in there.

- Why not?

- Here you are.

All the best Sherry dear.
- And lots of luck.

- May you get everything
your heart desires.

- Thanks.

Oh, no, don't, oh stop that!

Peter, what a way to behave.
Are you crazy?

Go and apologize at once!

- Sherry, come back.

- Now what's keeping him?

- You know him, while be
late for his own funeral.

Oh there you are at last.

- Sorry.

- What was it took you so long?

- Oh, I just couldn't find my pullover.

- Anyhow, it's so late now it's
practically not worth going.

Sherry's right,

it's not nice to keep her waiting.

- Who sent this telegram?

- It's from Elena, she's not coming yet.

She can't come before next month.

- What's gotten into him now?

- Nothing.

Peter loves his sister.

He's just disappointed she's not coming.

- Oh, I see.

Is she married?

- No, she isn't.

She's a nun, a missionary in Africa.

- She's a missionary?

- Yes my dear.

She did a couple of years
of medicine at college

and then she decided to be a missionary.

- But taking holy orders?

vocation.

I'm afraid that Peter took it rather hard.

It was as if he'd been robbed,
as if he'd lost something.

It's funny, only Elena
was more like his mother,

than his sister.

- And you?

- Me?

I was often away with
his father, a geologist.

We both traveled a lot.

I realized I wasn't the mother
to him he should have had.

- My child, the ways of the
Lord are often inscrutable.

We must all pray for his
divine guidance and go on.

That day was so horrible.

- Get away.

I'm here.

You've been looking for me, haven't you.

The waterfall, do you remember?

Do you recognize me?

Do you know who I am?

Are you afraid of me?

You mustn't be.

Come.

Come.

Come into me.

Don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid.

That's it, kill me.

Kill me.

Well what are you waiting for?

- Help!

Help, help, Peter.

Where are you?

Michael, Agnes, for the
love of heaven, help.

Help!

Peter.

Peter!

Peter!

Peter.

Peter.

Oh my darling, what's the matter?

Darling, answer me.

What happened?

- I don't know.
I musta drank too much.

And fallen asleep here.

- There was someone there, in your bed.

A woman.
Are you crazy?

- At first I thought it was you.

And then she, she
attacked me, like a fury.

Like a maniac.

- That's just not possible.

There couldn't have been
anyone in my room, no.

There couldn't have been.

Who is it?

- Police.

- What can I do for you?

- I'd like to see Mr. Forti, Peter Forti.

- This way.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

It concerns a certain
young lady called Sherry.

We've found nothing else
of interest in her purse

other than the diary with
your name and address in it.

- Sherry?

Is anything wrong?

- I'm afraid she met her death
in strange circumstances.

- Sherry?

My god.

Oh mother.

- You're the only lead we
have to go on for the moment

and we'd like you to come

and identify the body of the victim.

I can't.

Maybe I can.

- Just follow me.

That's Sherry.

How did it happen?
Who did it?

- We don't know.

The evidence is hard to believe.

Witnesses claim that
she fell over suddenly

with her throat cut and
that nobody was near her.

- I don't think we need
to detain you here.

You can go.

- Yes, yes.

Mama, help me please.

You've gotta help me.

- Peter!

Darling.

Peter.

Let me into you.

Hmm, open to me, lovely widow, open.

You have an abstinate jewel.

Don't resist me.

You'll like this.

You'll love it.

You'll love it, you lecherous sow.

Let yourself go.

No, help!

Help, Michael, Agnes, help!

Help, help!

- In the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Ghost, amen.

Let us pray.

Oh Lord, thou who in thy boundless grace

doth give rest to thy faithful.

Bless today this tomb and watch over it

with all thy blessed saints.

While the mortal play remaineth below,

receive the soul free of
the sins of the flesh.

May it rejoice with thee
in everlasting bliss.

Oh Lord, thou who art our salvation,

has conquered death through
the passion of thy son.

Oh Lord bless the sepulcre of
our beloved sister Barbara,

to whom we bid farewell
on her last journey.

May she sleep in peace,

to rise again on the day of judgement

through Jesus Christ our Lord.

- Elena, I've been wanting
to say this for several days.

Only I don't know how to put it.

It's hard to try and express what I feel.

I can't understand it.

It seems so absurd.

But it's, it's as though

there were another person
in me who takes over,

who possesses me.

- Peter, in your room.

It, Peter, come quick.

- You must hold me.

Help me Elena.

I need you.

For the love of heaven,
what are you doing?

- Why are you spying on me?

- No, I'm not spying.

I thought you needed me, that's all.

You must tell me Peter, like
when you were a little boy.

Now we're all alone again.

We've often been alone.

Only if you don't say
the things in your heart,

how can I be able to help you?

Tell me everything.
What's the matter?

I've got to know.

- No way, Elena.

- No, your torment, all of it.
I beg of you Peter.

Let yourself be examined by
a doctor as soon as possible.

- Examined by a doctor?

Of what use can doctor be to me?

Elena, you don't understand.

And you say you wanna help me.

- No, don't.

Don't.

No.

Come you bitch in heat.

Your virginity is mine.

- No!

- As you requested, we gave your brother
an extremely detailed examination

but the result is negative.

Your fears are unfounded
for the time being.

From a clinical point
of view I can assure you

that the young man is in perfect health,

whatever you may think, Sister.

His electroencephalogram
gives the same result.

Thus, the only conclusion
we might be tempted to draw

is that these troubles stem
from some paranormal phenomenon.

Unfortunately I can think
of no other explanation.

I'm so scared
that even harder trials

are in store for us Father.

- Have faith in divine mercy.

Was not our Lord himself
tempted by the devil?

I will try to help you
with this nightmare.

I shall bring it to the
attention of my Lord Bishop.

He will be able to help.

You must not lose your courage, Sister.

- No!

Don't touch me with your amulets.

Go away, go away!

Go away, go away.

Go away, go away!

- Thank you Lord, you've
lightened my darkness

and confirmed my worst suspicions.

This rogue priest was therefore
sent to the said diocese

in the year of grace, 1723.

And there did well until the
day when to the stake he came.

The aforesaid heretic
priest had with him taken

another lost soul, a young
woman of obscure origin.

But erelong it was
learned that she had been

wondrously conceived
in the belly of satan.

Such were her hellish wiles
that she did bend to her will

and to the base desires
of the priest Johannes,

the eldest daughter of
the Duke of Gianni Forti,

the lady Anna, Johannes was tireless

in blasphemy of the Holy Cross

and in leading to everlasting damnation,

the souls of the unstable and weak.

His purpose was to profane the lady Anna,

the damsel pure and chaste.

Thus it was the triumph of his crime

when the woman had weakened the will

and senses of the damsel to her purpose

that the damsel should
be an unwitting sacrifice

in the abomination of a black mass.

Johannes, a priest of great learning,

was brought to his doom by exorcism

and by the constant
battle waged by the monks

against his evil power.

His vice was such that he did cause

to be portrayed on the soles of his feet

the image of the cross.

For the base lust of trampling
the sacred symbol underfoot

when and where he wished.

The lady Anna became with
child of this monster.

She was repudiated by her
family and sent forth.

She lived as a vagabond,
avoiding the company

of mankind, suffering the pangs of want,

hiding herself for fear of righteous anger

until the day that two
monks found her in a grotto,

almost dead of hunger and neglect.

They brought her help since
she was in the pangs of labor.

But when they learned who she was,

burning with a sudden zeal,

they took counsel and
agreed to denounce her.

In consequence whereof,
she was questioned,

and the judgement of the
inquisition was pronounced

and executed according to the law.

Anna was burned alive at the
stake with the priest Johannes

and two accomplices.

But Tahal, the fruit of sin,
was unfortunately spared.

He shall be called Tahal.

Tahal, son of satan.

- It will be a miracle if
she lives through her pains.

And miraculous her chastising.

- I will go to get help my brother.

- Elena?

- Yes, this is Elena.

- Help me.

It hurts.

- Yes Peter.

Elena please.

- What is it?

- Help me please.

Untie me.

Untie me.

Please Elena.

Untie me.

Untie me.

- That's impossible.
I can't Peter.

- Only a second Elena.

How much I'm suffering.

Help me.

Untie me.

- Hello Father, you need me?

- I'm glad you came.

And I'd like you to do something.

I want you to go over to see Doctor Ferry

and I'd like you to ask
him to come and see me

as soon as possible.

I've got to talk to him,
it's very important.

- I'll go at once Father.

- Go straight there, huh?

- Yes Father.

- In the name of the Father,
the Son and Holy Ghost.

Amen.

Praise be to God.

Good day Father.

- Ah Doctor, you're here already.

Your messenger
said it was important.

- Yes, it is.

And I'm very glad you're able to come.

- It's a pleasure.

- Take a seat Doctor.

- Thank you.

- I'm very worried about the case

of that youngster Forti, Doctor.

Something must be done about it urgently.

- Yes, I know Father.

It's rare to encounter
a psychic phenomena.

At present I can't determine
what the cause of it is.

- I see it from another view point.

I suppose you must have
heard about such phenomena

as possession.

- Yes, yes, of course I have.

Only the arguments I've
heard about it have left me

rather skeptical.

I feel sure that we
must look for the cause

in a psychic conflict.

- I'm sure that this is not
just a case of hysteria.

I feel sure that this error in diagnosis

stems from the fact that his condition

does resemble hysteria.

The poor child is getting
worse daily, Doctor.

His moments of lucidity are
becoming more and more rare

and moreover I hear
that during his attacks

his personality alters.

This argues against the
hypothesis that you uphold.

I'm afraid this is a
lot more than hysteria.

It's a case of demonic possession, Doctor.

- I'm a scientific man.

That sounds just like the Middle Ages,

when the mind boggles at it.

Now I still claim that it's, um,

well a case of mental hysteria,

not a case of paranormal psychology.

And the first thing to do for Peter Forti

is to put him in a proper institution

where he can get the right treatment.

- I don't agree.

He needs treatment of another form.

You scientific men think
only of scientific methods.

But churchmen like us try other methods.

My contention is that in an
obvious case of devil possession

we should try exorcism.

Yes, there are sacred places

and unholy places.

God and his saints are
present in the world,

as are satan and his legions.

It is a battle between light and darkness.

As God chooses his own
and not the contrary,

so the devil chooses his own.

In the fight between good and evil,

beware of those who follow their own path.

Holiness and depravity are two parallels

which meet in infinity.

Only the eagle can build
his nest above the abyss.

You speak to me satan, you challenge me.

But I fear you not because I know you,

because I have looked upon your face.

That cursed interferer.

Go away, go away!

Bastard scorn, stay away.

Do not come in.

Go.

I don't want you.

Dirty bastard.

I spit upon you.

Foul priest.

Go lick your master's feet.

Bastard.

A cursed priest.

Go away you tarot troll.

Vile sycophant.

Get away.

Get away from me.

I cannot stand the putrid
stench of your garments.

Away.

And you, you whore, don't
ask that eunuch for help.

It won't be any use.

You carrying bitch, get out of here.

Get out.

- By the cross of Christ our savior,

I summon you to come out of this boy.

Go back to
the mire you crawled from.

You cheat.

- Spirit of evil, unreason and blindness,

you will return to the fires
of hell from whence you came.

I do not
fear you, you clown.

I live on your lies.

Enough of this mockery.

- Exorcise this demon Lord.

Fight off the power of evil.

Amen.

Heretic, talkative hypocrite.

What are you trying to do?

- Oh Lord of love and mercy,

I invoke your holy name.

Give me the strength to fight this battle

against your everlasting foe.

Give to me your, humble minister,

the strength and the
omnipotence of your power.

Make to cease the torments
that afflict this child.

You will not see the face of the Lord.

You will not see him miscreant.

Your banishment is for good.

You'll go back to the fullness of hell.

And never torment another
torment of the Lord again.

- Oh Lord, save him from satan.

What do you hope
from this ridiculous display?

He will die.

You know it, you know it priest.

He will die.

You will be to blame.

Go away.

- Oh Lord, creator of heaven and Earth,

who sent your son among us to save us,

from the power of satan, who redeemed us

by the cross on Golgotha,

free us from the fiend.

Free this, your servant, our brother.

Eunuch
priest and harlot nun,

I spit on you and all your mumbo jumbo.

- I order you to be silent.

And in the name of the
holy cross I summon you

to leave this body.

Return to hellfire and never come back.

Stop, stop.

You fool, you enemy of life.

You blind prophet of ignorance.

I will never leave.

I shall call my legions down upon you.

Hypocrite, lecher, harmonger, liar.

- I banish you to the darkness.

Fly to hell, I order you to do it

in the sacred name of Jesus Christ,

the name of him who you couldn't tempt,

of him who stayed the sea,
the wind and the tempest,

the God of the meek--

Traitor, coward.

- Who flung you from paradise
to dwell in the pit of hell.

Putrid excrement.

Go away.

Oh no, Peter.

Fornicator, fornicator.

Eater of excrement.

Leprous swine.

- No, no, no!

- Once there was a herd of
swine upon the mountain.

And the devils asked Jesus

to let them take possession of the swine.

Our Lord allowed it.

Go away, vile priest.

- Oh Lord, help me.

Carry on.

I am invincible.

You know it.

You know I am.

Off with your mask.

Show yourself.

Show what you really are.

There are no words to describe
the crimes you commit on men.

Unloosen the chains of life if you dare.

Put an end to this grotesque tragedy

on which you base your power.

You are the king of death.

Say it.

Say it loud.

Stop appealing to fools and weaklings.

You and I are the same.

We are one.

-Oh my god.

- Peter.

Peter!

Tremble satan.

Out, vile spirit.

Adversary of justice, father
of death, robber of life.

Prince of murderers, enemies

- Peter.
Of mankind.

Hence, back into the night,

God himself orders you.

- Elena?

- Yes, Elena.

God be praised.

- It was your faith that saved him.

So the devils besought him,

saying if thou cast us
out, sufferest to go away

into the herd of swine.

And he said go and when
they would come out,

they went into the herd of swine.

And behold, the whole herd
ran violently down a

steep place into the sea,
and perished in the waters.

Paul, Paul!

What are you doing?

Come on.

It's time to go home.

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