All language subtitles for The Exorcist 3 1990

MAN: Good.

[WAVES SPLASHING]

Good.

Good.

Good.

Good.

Hup! Hup! Hup! Hup!

Hup! Hup! Hup! Hup!

Hup! Hup! Hup! Hup!

Hup! Hup! Hup! Hup!
[FADING INTO DISTANCE]

[WIND BLOWING]

Hmm.

Damien.

[MIKE OLDFIELD'S
"TUBULAR BELLS" PLAYING]

[GROWLING]

[??]

[INDISTINCT GROWL]

[WIND WHOOSHING]

MAN: I have dreams.

Of a rose.

And of falling down
a long flight of steps.

[WHIRRING]

FATHER: "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."

MAN 1 [ON RADIO]:
Hello, dockside hunter.

Sweep completed.
Negative findings.

MAN 2 [ON RADIO]: Roger.
River repeat. Acknowledge.

"Peace I give you.
My peace I leave you.

"And as the world gives
do I give to you.

Let not your heart
be troubled."

MAN 3 [OVER RADIO]: Proceeding
northeast, approximate, uh,

Location, George Mason trail.

[INDISTINCT]

"The lord is my light
and my salvation.

"Whom shall I fear?

The lord is the defender
of my life."

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

[SOBBING]

MAN: So how did I do
on my theology quiz?

FATHER: I recommend you change
your name to Rajneesh.

Really?

"God is like
a power mower?"

[CHUCKLES]

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 got to go now.
I'm driving to Philly.

FATHER: 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.
Fifteen years ago today.

You hear a lot...
Philbin, get lost, will you?

All right.

All right.
I am in flight.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[SHATTERING]

MAN: How did you know
that you had that?

There's more potatoes, Father.

MAN 2: Could you pass
the salt back here?

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."

MAN:
Father President.

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 year on
this day he gets depressed,

so I... I try
to cheer him up.

I cannot believe that
you just said that.

What kind of world is this?

Are you an animal?

Do you know what
Macbeth is about?

I'll tell you.
It's a play

about the numbing
of the moral sense.

I tell Ryan that we had
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 policemen,

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

Ryan said, "Rabies
are Jewish priests,

and I would do anything
I possibly could for them."

[SIGHS] 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.

Ah, I was signaling
beings on Mars.

Sometimes they answer.

Funny.

So 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'm leaving you.

Ryan, Stedman, go home.

Go home to your families.

Talk about wops.

Starving?

Not really.
Just some coffee.

Hey. You've been up
since 5:00 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 want to eat papaya.

My God.

How was your day?

Oh, a fabulous triumph.

Our trackers at long last
brought in Mushkin,

the Georgetown terrorist
and scourge of society,

who breaks into people's homes

and completely redecorates.

You okay, Bill?

Hiya, Daddy.

And goodbye?
Uh-huh. Off to dance class.

Pocahontas, with the hair.

KINDERMAN: Watch out
for red shoes.

So you're home now.
No. Got to go again.

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

[SIREN WAILING]

What are you doing out here?

Founding an order called
"Lurking Fathers"?

I've been standing
out there for centuries.

Four new popes
have been elected.

That's a lot of white smoke.

Official business.

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 weirdos keep breathing
it on you along with all that pot.

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

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

And 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 don't know.

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.

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

Have you noticed?

Yes.

I haven't had
a bath for three days.

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

[SNICKERS]

Because if I see it, swimming,

I'll kill it.

I'll have the salad.
Okay.

KINDERMAN: The whole world is
a homicide victim, Father.

Would a God who is good

invent something like that?

Plainly speaking,
it's a lousy idea.

It's not popular, Father.
It's not a winner.

There you go, blaming God.

Who should I blame,
Phil Rizzuto?

You wouldn't wanna 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 murders,

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 going to be there.

We're going to live forever,
Bill. We're spirits.

Oh, I would love
to believe that.

It's that kid that got
killed on the dock, isn't it?

I heard it on the news.
You want to talk about it?

You knew him?

A little bit.

Police boys club.

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.

WAITRESS:
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 black face,

like a minstrel show, you know,

the eyes and the mouth
painted white.

Mr. Bones.

The boy had been crucified.

On a pair of rowing oars.

[CHURCH BELL RINGS]

[SIREN WAILING]

May the Lord be in your heart

and help you
to confess your sins.

Yes.

WOMAN: I have

a scrupulous conscience, Father,

this need to confess

so many things.

If I step on two straws
in the shape of a cross,

I feel that
I have to confess it.

It torments me.

We'll try to make
a good confession,

and remember, Christ forgives
us all of our sins.

WOMAN:
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.

[LAUGHING MANIACALLY]

[SCREAMING]

[SOBBING]

[SCREAMING]

Oh, God!

[HUMMING]

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

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

He was such a good...
[SOBBING]

I've been thinking,
Lieutenant. This is new.

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

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

Yes, I know.

Then what's the point?

I'm padding the job.

[LAUGHING]

[RUMBLING]

We've 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.

WOMAN [OVER PA]: Miss Scott,
please report to west wing nurses' station.

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

He's in room 411.
It's right there. 411?

Dr. Miller, line 118.
Dr. Miller, line 118.

What's this nonsense?

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

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?

Well, I found it in the street.

I thought it suited you.
[CHUCKLES]

[COUGHING]

I thought you told me

there's nothing 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've been
some connection.

A connection? Are you
sure this isn't serious Joe?

Well, with Eddie...
You shut up about Eddie!

With my brother, it was nerves.
You make lots of people nervous.

Only sinners.
Everybody!

Is everything all right
in here, guys?

We're fine!

Hmm.

I'm just tired.

Well, call the desk
and book a room.

[SIGHS] I brought you
a hamburger, Father.

I'm not hungry.

Then eat half.
It's from Clyde's.

Where'd the other half
come from?

Space.
Your native country.

[YELLING] Who stuck this guy?

Nice and peaceful here,
isn't it?

Idyllic.

Those things will
kill you, incidentally.

They're quiet.

Mr. Horowitz?
Nope.

Is this 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.

Uh, this is true.
Damn right.

Look at this. 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.

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.

WOMAN [OVER PA]: Dr. Kincaid
to orthopedics, please.

EKG stat to ER.
EKG stat to ER.

MAN: 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.

You see, he wants
the panel closed

so that 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?

KINDERMAN: Where's Julie?

MARY: At dance class.

KINDERMAN: So late?

MARY: Bill, it's only 10:00.

KINDERMAN: That's very late.

[CLOCK TICKS]

[SNOW GLOBE PLAYING TUNE]

MAN [OVER PA]: Your
attention, please. Your attention.

The 12:18 to Elsewhere
now departing from Track 11.

All passengers boarding
proceed to the gate.

Let me out of this
damn Casa Blanca!

[CHEERY MUSIC PLAYING]

CHILD 1:
No, it isn't.

CHILD 2: Yes, it is.
CHILD 1: No, it isn't.

If it hits the line,
it's out of bounds!

CHILD 2:
The line is in bounds.

CHILD 1:
No, it's not. It's out.

CHILD 2:
It hit the dirt!

WOMAN:
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.

[SWING MUSIC PLAYING]

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

No, Bill.
I'm not dreaming.

[MUSIC ASCENDING]

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

KINDERMAN: Kinderman.

What are you telling me?

Hold it.

I'm going to make a call.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

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

It's him.
Really?

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Dr. Bartlett, please call the operator.

Dr. Bartlett,
please call the operator.

EKG stat to ER.
EKG stat to ER.

Dr. Bartlett,
please call the operator.

[SIGHS]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

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.

[GROWLING]

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
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, uh...

body discovered?

At 6.

By whom?

You saw him at 5:00 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.

You were here
until you went in to

see Father Dyer again
at 6:00, is that right?

Yes, that's right.

Were you here
or inside in the office?

I was inside the office.

I was writing up reports.

So if someone had entered
Father Dyer's room

between the time you left
and the time you returned,

you might well
not have seen them.

That's right. Did you see
anybody else coming into the room?

No, I didn't.

Or leaving the room?

No, I didn't.

You see anybody in the hallway?

Mrs. Clelia.

You saw Mrs. Clelia
walking around?

No, not exactly.

[YELLING] Not exactly?

I found her lying completely
unconscious. When was that?

On my way to give the Father
his last medication.

The 5:00 or the 6:00?
The 6:00.

Mrs. Clelia's a patient?

Yes, she is.
In Neurology?

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Dr. Randolph to Examining Bay 2.

Dr. Randolph
to Examining Bay 2, please.

[YELPING]

DOCTOR: How we doing today,
Georgia?

[SCREECHING]

They're all harmless.

Well, 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.

[GROWLING]

There's your girl, over there.

[HUMMING]

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 going to fix it?

Ah, 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.

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Lab technician to Oncology.

Lab technician to Oncology.

It's right here.

Do you see it?

Yes. I see it.

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

That's a telephone I'm holding.

It's all right.

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

It's all right.

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Miss Maryanne Reordan,

please return to your room.

You have a very kind face.

You will do well.

[HUMMING]

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.

[DOOR CLOSING]

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.

DYER: Bill.

Lieutenant.

Dr. Freedman's gone
ballistic, sir.

I think you need to come.

[INAUDIBLE]

MAN: "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
think'st 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...

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

You need a court warrant

in order to be here,
doing what you're doing.

Look, I fully appreciate
you're trying to prevent

further tragedy and horror,

but think of the state
of our patients' minds,

when you've got
these policemen here...

Lieutenant wants fingerprints
taken. All hospital staff.

He said fingerprints!
Not on your life, goddamn it!

No, sir! No way, Jose!
No. He's standing right here.

Think I want a hundred lawyers
running the halls?

Do you wanna talk to him?
You heard of malpractice suits?

Have you 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...?

Just a minute.
I'll explain.

Yes, the Gemini is dead.

We all 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?

[SOBBING]

Excuse me.

[KINDERMAN SNIFFS]

Excuse me.

Um...

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
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.

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

all the crackpots who were
coming and saying every day

that they were the Gemini
killer. How'd you kill him?

"First I cut off
his 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.

WOMAN [OVER PA]: Dr. Annanelli,
please report to Room 412.

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 "wonder full."

Yes. WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Lab technician to Oncology.

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.

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?

[TYPEWRITER CLICKING]

[CLOCK TICKING]

KINDERMAN: Two priests
and a crucified boy, Father Helix.

Clearly some religious
connection, but what is it?

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

I'm groping.

[SIGHS]

But besides being priests,

what might Kanavan
and Dyer have had in common?

Where's the link?

I don't know.

Dear, God.

[CLOCK STOPS TICKING]

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.

[WOMAN SOBBING]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[INDISTINCT WHISPERING]

[THUDS]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[INDISTINCT WHISPERING]

[INDISTINCT WHISPERING]

[INDISTINCT WHISPERING]

[GROWLING]

[SCREAMS]

[LAUGHS]
Excuse me.

FATHER HELIX: Alice?
The speech!

Will you give this
to Father, please, Lieutenant.

I got to run.

What's the matter
with these lights?

FATHER HELIX:
Good night, Alice.

Good night, Father.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Your speech, Father.

Thanks.

That's all right.

[SIREN WAILING]

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 that 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.

[BIRD CHIRPING]

[CHIRPING STOPS]

[SOFT CLATTERING]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[WIND WHOOSHING]

[OBJECT SHATTERING]

[BEEPING]

KINDERMAN: This is impossible.

[RAIN PATTERING]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

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.

DR. TEMPLE: That man
in the isolation tank,

you know,
the one you looked in on...

[CLEARS THROAT]

You know,
the one you looked in on.

Yeah.

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

They picked him up
wandering the C&O canal...

Down around Key Bridge.

He has 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...
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

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
in 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?

KINDERMAN: 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 of Georgetown

for the dental records
of a Father Damien Karras,

find out if he
ever had a saliva test.

It might help us get
a positive identification.

What for, sir?

Sir, you all right?
Mm.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
I.V. Team to NICU.

Mm. Yeah.

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.

[GROWLING]

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's 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
the 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.

[ROARING]

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?

[SINGING LITURGICAL CHANT]

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

and pride in your work.

For example,

a decapitated head
can continue to see

for approximately 20 seconds.

So, when I have one
that's gawking,

I always hold it up

so that it can see its body.

It's a little extra I throw in for
no added charge. [CHUCKLING]

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, uh,

annoying distractions.

Then, a three-foot catheter

threaded directly into
the inferior vena cava

or the superior vena cava.

It's a matter of taste,
I think, don't you?

Then the tube
moves through the vein,

under the crease of the arm,

into the vein that leads
directly into the heart,

and then you just
hold up the legs,

and you squeeze the blood
manually into the tube

from the arms and the legs.

There's a little
shaking and pounding

at the end for the dregs.

It isn't perfect.

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

But, regardless,

the overall effect
is astonishing.

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

Yes, of course.

Good show biz,
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...

[SMACK]

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

It's all right.

I understand.

I've been dull.

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

The Master 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?

[WATER DRIPPING]

[ALARM BEEPING]

KINDERMAN: He passed out.
NURSE: 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.

NURSE [SHOUTING]:
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 have done.

Does that mean
that it's happened before?

Yes, it has.

Many times?

No, not really.

It's just been this week.

I think the first time
was Sunday.

And again?

The next day.

If you want exact times, it's...

On your chart. Yes.

Yes. That's right.

Any other times?

Early yesterday morning,

just before we found...

Yes. That's all right.

I'm very sorry.

When, uh, 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."

Oh, that's just something our
friend in Cell 11 said one time.

"Save your servant"?

It keeps running
through my mind.

An odd expression.

What was odd was how he said it.

How was that?

[SIGHS]

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."

[FOOTSTEPS ECHOING]

[INHALES]

"Save your servant
who trusts in you, my God.

"Let him find in you, Lord,
a fortified tower

in the face of the enemy."

MORNING: "The Lord is my light
and my salvation.

The Lord is the defender
of my life."

My life.

KINDERMAN: "And Jesus said
to the man who was possessed,

"'What is your name?'

"And he answered,

'Legion, for we are many.'"

Many.

[FOOTSTEPS SHUFFLING]

[DOOR OPENS]

Good night, Daddy.

Good night, Julie, dearest.

It's so late.

Yes, it is.

Very late.

[CLOCK TICKING]

[CLINKING]

[CLINKING]

[MOANING]

[CLINKING]

[CLINKING]

[CRASHES]

[CREAKING]

[CLINKING]

[SIGHS]

God almighty, can't I get
any sleep? [SCREAMS]

What the hell do you want?
Sir, I'm very sorry.

Bad enough you wake me up
at half past 5 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.

[SIGHS]

MAN: Angels of mercy.
Horse shit.

[SLAPPING SOUNDS]

[SIGHS]

[BANGING]

You all right?
Yeah.

Yes, I'm fine.

I'm just a little jumpy,

that's all.
Okay.

[SOFT SCRATCHING]

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]
[SWITCH CLICKS]

[??]

She was, uh, 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.

ALLERTON: Lieutenant!

Did you get my message?

I left it with Keating.

Nice girl.

Good heart.

[BUZZING]

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.
They're the cruel ones.

The Master.

And he thought that
my work should continue,

but in this body...

in this body
in particular, in fact.

Ooh, let's call it revenge...

a certain matter of an exorcism,

I think, in which
your friend Father Karras

expels certain parties
from the body of a child.

Certain parties
were not pleased,

to say the least.

[CHUCKLES]
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!

[LOW GROWLING]

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, uh,

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 medic 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.

[LAUGHS]

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.

[SIGHS] 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 that if he failed

to convince you to come to me

that he would suffer
in unspeakable ways.

"Pain that cannot
be imagined," I said.

[CHUCKLES]

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.

[CHUCKLES] Things,
little things.

Did Temple get you
out of this cell?

[EXHALES]

Who gets you out?

Just friends.

Old friends.

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

Tell the press

that I am the Gemini,
Lieutenant.

Final warning.

Incidentally, I can help.

Help what?

Your unbelief.

I'm tired.

God, I'm so tired.

[SOFTLY] Bill, help me.

Damien?

[SCREAMS] No!

[GUTTURALLY]
Little Jack Horner.

Child's play, Lieutenant.

KINDERMAN:
Father Morning, please.

WOMAN: Jimmy,
I can't read this.

Korner. K-O-R-N-E-R.

KINDERMAN: No.
I'll call again.

WOMAN 1: See you later,
alligator.

WOMAN 2: Come on, sweetheart.

Let's go back to your room.

Just take your time.

That's it.

Take it easy.

KINDERMAN: How do you
get out of here?

GEMINI KILLER: Old friends.

Old friends.

A traveling man,

one who moves.

Old friends.

One who moves.

One who...

[INDISTINCT MUMBLING]

Would you?

I didn't hear it.

Say it again, will you?

[INDISTINCT MUMBLING]

[CREAKING]

[INAUDIBLE]

[??]

Hit the light!
Mommy!

ALLERTON: 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'd 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.

Julie.

[RINGS]

Hello.

Bill!

Hiya, honey.

Where...?

Uh-huh.

[BUSY SIGNAL BUZZES]

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!

[SIREN WAILING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Go around him!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Ram it if you have to. Ram it.

Back up, you son of a...
Get out!

Go!

[DOORBELL RINGS]

That must be the nurse.

[LOW GROWLING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

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.
[PHONE RINGS]

Let's start from the beginning.

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

What's this nurse thing?

What nurse?

I'm so tired.

Oh, hi, Stevie.
How'd it go?

KINDERMAN: Julie!
JULIE: Daddy, I'm talking.

I'm sorry, Steve.
I missed that.

MARY: 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?"

JULIE: Yeah.
Anyway, okay.

Please help me.

Is it bedtime?

So is she staying
for dinner, or what?

It's okay, Danny. Okay.

GEMINI KILLER: Catatonics
are so easy to possess.

[IN VENAMUN'S VOICE] I've
been waiting for you, Lieutenant.

I wanted you to see this.

[SCREAMS]

KINDERMAN: Julie!

[SCREAMS]

[GRUNTS]

No!
JULIE: Daddy!

[SCREAMING CONTINUES]

[SCREAMS]
Oh, my God, Grandma!

JULIE: Daddy!

[DEMONIC SCREAMING]

[RASPING] Watch this!

[WARPED SCREAMING]

[RUMBLING]

[GUTTURAL GROWLING]

[DOOR SLAMS]

GEMINI KILLER: 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.

[DOOR SLAMS]

In the name of the Father...

[SCREAMS]

The Son, and the Spirit...

[CONTINUES SCREAMING]

Amen.

[SCREAMING]

"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."
[GROWLING]

"Thy kingdom come,

thy will be done..."

GEMINI KILLER: I see
we are praying now.

Bright prayers.

MORNING: "Give us
this day our daily bread."

Do you think they will
save you now as before?

"And forgive us our
trespasses." Well, I can pray too.

"As we forgive those who
trespass against us."

GEMINI KILLER: You feel my
little orisons creeping up your spine?

MORNING: "And lead us not
into temptation."

GEMINI KILLER: The sweaty
murmurs of my rosary beads?

The human hearts
that I've taken into hell?

MORNING: "I cast you out",

"unclean spirit,

"along with every satanic
power of the enemy,

"every specter from hell.

In the name of our Lord..."
[LAUGHS]

"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 corrupter of justice
and innocence and youth.

You begetter of death,

sworn enemy of all the
human race! [GROWLS]

[SCREAMS]

[PANTING]
[GROWLING]

[SHAKILY] I command you.

[GROANS]

[SCREAMS]

[WHISPERS] Allerton?

Nurse...
[GROWLING]

[GROWLING]

Don't worry about Julie.

We'll get her.

Pray for me, Damien.

You're free.

[RUMBLING]

[GRUNTS]

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...

[PANTING]

In you.

[CRACKLING]

[INDISTINCT CHANTING]

My God.

Oh, 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.

[THUDS]

MORNING: Save your servant,

who trusts in you.

My God.

You.

[PANTING] Damien.

Fight him.

Goodbye, Lieutenant.

Damien!

Fight!

Fight!

You cannot win. He dies.

No!

Bill, now! Shoot now!
Kill me now.

[GUNSHOTS ECHO]

We won.

Bill...

now free me.

[GUNSHOT]

[??]