Lost Souls (2000) Movie Script

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- [Anchor] If that's
not bad enough for you,
we've got problems on the
inbound Lincoln Tunnel.
We've got at least a 45-minute delay.
There's an accident in the tubes.
You're gonna be sitting
here a while, also.
Holland Tunnel is about a 25-minute delay.
Upper deck to the George
Washington Bridge.
(children singing in foreign language)
- Oh, look at you.
Come here.
I told you, you've gotta
double-knot those things.
(child laughs)
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One of these days,
we'll have to get you some zipper shoes.
(children singing in foreign language)
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why are we doing this?
- I know, Maya.
But you'll understand
when you see this man.
(speaking foreign language)
He's in torment.
The way you were when I met you.
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(water dripping)
- Shut, shut the fuck-
- I've got patients up here.
I've got sprinklers.
I've got a flood.
I'm ready to build an ark.
Hook me up with maintenance.
You're killing me!
(alarm buzzing)
(door creaking)
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(footsteps thudding)
(door closes)
(door buzzing)
- Your court order, Dr. Allen.
- You know I'm not comfortable with this.
- The patient is legally entitled to it.
- The patient has been plagued
by temporal lobe seizures.
- It is the patient's request, Doctor.
- I am aware of that, but I don't think
he's in any condition to make requests.
I'm trying to appeal
to your more logical self, Father.
I'm concerned about harm to my patient.
- Oh, uh,
Father Jeremy,
Deacon John Townsend of St. Ursula's,
and our associate, Maya Larkin.
- Associate?
- Secular assistants can be permitted
if they are regarded as qualified.
- I'm going in with you.
- You wouldn't last five minutes.
- [Father Lareaux] Just open the door.
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(door clicking)
(door clicking)
- What do you think of
the color of this room?
It's supposed to be relaxing.
- Hello, Henry.
You know why we're here.
I'm really looking forward to it.
- [Father Lareaux] Let
us prepare the room.
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(Henry panting)
(tape ripping)
- Get the other one.
Please, do the other one.
(tape ripping)
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- God, the Holy Spirit,
have mercy on us.
God, the Holy Trinity,
one god, have mercy on us.
Holy Mary, pray for us.
Holy mother of god,
- [Father Jeremy] Pray for us.
- Holy virgin of virgins.
- Pray for us.
- Saint Michael.
- Pray for us.
- Saint Gabriel.
- Pray for us.
- Saint Raphael.
- Pray for us.
- [Father Lareaux] Holy
angels and archangels,
all holy orders of blessed spirits,
- [Father Jeremy] Pray for us.
- Saint John the baptist.
- Pray for us.
- Joseph.
- Pray for us.
- [Father Lareaux] All holy
patriarchs and prophets.
- [Father Jeremy] Pray for us.
- Saint Peter.
- Pray for us.
- Saint Paul.
- Pray for us.
(Maya gasping)
(Maya groaning and gasping)
- Our sins or those of our forefathers.
Hail Mary, full of grace.
- [Father Jeremy] Do not
punish us for our offenses.
Lead us not into temptation.
Hail Mary.
- [Father Jeremy] Do not
punish us for our offenses.
- Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
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(voices chattering)
(Maya screaming)
(door slams)
- They're all still in there.
- What the hell is that?
- The sound is coming from Birdson's room.
- Jesus!
Get Haldol, Cogentin, Ativan,
five, two, and two IM.
(all shouting)
(both grunting)
- Father!
(Father Lareaux gasping)
- [Father Jeremy] Hail
Mary, full of grace,
the lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women.
(Father Lareaux grunting)
(Father Lareaux grunts)
Hail Mary, full of grace.
The lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women.
Hail Mary, full of grace.
The lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women.
(Father Lareaux grunts)
Holy Mary, mother of god.
- [Attorney] Mr. Silberman,
you worked for your whole
life at the same company.
Is that correct?
- [Silberman] That's correct.
- [Attorney] And you worked
with the defendant George Viznik
for the last two years in the same room?
- [Silberman] Right. (clears throat)
- [Attorney] And, uh, how
would you describe him?
- [Silberman] Uh, quiet.
You know, real quiet.
- Mm-hmm.
And on the day of the murders,
his state of mind?
- Uh, seemed on edge.
A little, you know. (clears throat)
- [Attorney] And on
the day of the murders,
what did the defendant request?
- [Silberman] Well, he
asked to go home early.
He said he was bothered by all the people
who kept telling him what to do.
(pencil scratching)
- [Attorney] He, he said he was bothered
by all the people who kept
telling him what to do?
Is, is that what you said?
- [Silberman] Uh, yes.
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- [Attorney] Would you tell the jury
how many people work in that office
with you and Mr. Viznik?
- Yes.
- [Silberman] Well, just me.
- Could those voices
have come from outside?
- No.
- Next room?
- [Silberman] No.
- Hey, Mr. Kelson.
- [Peter] Hi, Robert.
- Here's the stuff you wanted
on pathological narcissism.
- What about that psychic?
What's his name?
- He can see you Thursday.
- Thursday.
I still think it's gonna
be a waste of time.
- The police used him as
a witness in the case.
So, who knows?
- I'll be at my brother's
tonight if you need me.
- [Maya] "D" equals two.
"E" equals three.
So four should be five.
"H" is six.
"I" equals seven.
"J" equals eight.
"K", nine.
"N", 12.
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So "E" equals...
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"K", "P" is 24.
13, "E."
Two, "T."
13, "E."
26, "R."
- We welcome Peter Kelson,
author of the current
bestseller "Vicious Intent",
as part of today's story on the trial
of mass murderer George Viznik.
Thank you so much for joining us, Peter.
- Thanks for having me, Sally.
- Now, Peter, you seem to be making
a career of studying
sensational murderers.
How does it feel, day after day,
face to face with killers?
- Well, long-term exposure
to these things tends
to give you a sort of clinical
understanding of the subject.
So to speak.
- It sounds as if you're saying
the closer you get to evil,
the less evil it becomes.
- No, the less mystifying.
I mean, good and evil are,
they're only illusions.
I don't believe there's such a thing
as evil with a capital "E."
That suggests some kind of external force,
some third-party bad guy
pulling all the strings.
- Are you referring to
the defense's efforts
to prove that George Viznik
is tormented by demonic voices?
- There were no voices.
- Not even from some mental illness
as the defense asserts?
- Are you trying to get me to say
that there's another cause
for little voices, Sally?
- (chuckling) No.
- No.
Viznik's, um, Viznik's a manipulator.
He has what I call malignant narcissism.
Hey, beautiful.
- Hi.
(choir singing)
- Uncle James.
- Mmm.
How you doing?
- I'm fine, thank you.
- That's great.
And you?
Lovely as always.
- (chuckling) You ready?
- Yeah.
These, these guys have been doing this
twice a week for 10 years,
and they still can't get it right.
(both chuckling)
All right, you shrieking harpies!
Enough of that racket!
Be off with you!
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- [William] Claire!
You guys a little late.
Hey, little brother.
- Hey, Will.
- It's about time, man!
I'm starving!
It's good to see you
guys out of the house.
You gotta come out here more often.
Here, Claire, after you.
- [William] Bless us, O
lord, for these thy gifts.
Through thy bounty
through Christ our lord.
And a special blessing
for Peter and William's mother Andrea,
and their father Jack,
in whose memory we gather here every year.
May their souls and the souls
of the faithfully departed
rest in peace.
- [All] Amen.
- Well, dig in.
- You know, I made a
reservation at Marco's
for Peter's birthday
dinner, but I'm thinking
I should have you cater it.
- Thank you.
- [William] What time did you make it for?
- [Claire] Eight o'clock.
Is that good?
- Hey, Will,
remember that, that dream I used to have
from when I was little about
the bear on the mountain?
You know, right after-
- Yeah.
- I me, I don't know.
Maybe the trial's been getting to me,
because I've been having
this weird dream every night.
- [William] Hmm.
- You didn't say anything to me.
- It's, it's probably trivial.
- [William] If it's recurring,
maybe it's not so trivial.
- Okay, I'll, I'll tell you.
I'm reading this book,
and I, I can't remember
what the book is when I wake up,
but, uh, I realize halfway through it,
it's something that I've written,
or will write, actually.
And, anyway, I get to the end of the book,
and I, and I'm feeling very satisfied.
And I close the cover to read the title,
and the title, it only,
it just says "X-E-S."
Just 3 letters.
And, and then I,
for some reason, that makes me feel great.
And then I wake up.
- It usually makes me feel great, too.
But I fall asleep right afterwards.
(all chuckling)
- What do you mean?
- Peter,
"X-E-S" is "sex" spelled backwards.
- Well, what can I say?
I'm not a master of the obvious.
(everybody laughing)
- [Sally] Not even from
some mental illness,
as the defense asserts?
- Are you trying to get me to say
there's another cause
for little voices, Sally?
No, Viznik's a manipulator.
He's clever.
He has what I call,
what I call malignant narcissism.
He's dangerously self-obsessed,
but not psychotic.
He's incapable.
He has no capacity to understand
or ability to recognize
any higher authority.
- [Sally] What about Peter Kelson?
Where is your moral compass?
- I like to think
I'm the actual needle on the compass.
Morality is which way you're facing,
depending on the dilemma,
but the, the needle,
it always points north.
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- [Maya] "Best-selling author,
New York native,
Own parents murdered
in an unsolved crime."
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John, I know who he is.
- [John] What's going on?
- [Maya] Birdson's repeating numbers.
It's a code I found in the papers
that I took from his room.
It spells "Peter Kelson."
- [John] So he's the one.
- [Maya] We have to check the criteria,
baptismal records.
You know, blood type.
I found his doctor, so that's a start.
- And then what?
If Father Lareaux's not up to this-
- I filed a report with Father Frank.
- A lot of good that'll do.
The church dismisses this completely.
You know that.
- We need all the help we
can get right now, John.
We really do.
- Here?
- There.
- Thanks, Mike.
- Sure thing, Peter.
Hey, James.
- [Peter] Seems Viznik
isn't making too many friends in lockup.
- He got beat up.
I'm gonna get my smokes.
I'll be back.
- All right.
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(Viznik sniffs)
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(Viznik yawns and sighs)
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- [Smythe] What's the matter with you?
- He was looking right at me.
He, he could see me.
- [Guard] Viznik.
Your time's up.
- I don't know.
Maybe he was looking right
at himself, right? (sighs)
(birds chirping)
- Maya, the diocese has
rejected your report.
And I, I have to tell you,
I agree with them.
I believe that these are projections
caused by your unfortunate childhood.
Maya, Satan is not what you think he is.
- If you really believed in God, Father,
why is it so inconceivable to you
that his adversary could be just as real?
- The church will not
tolerate your obsessions.
If you want to stay here,
leave this alone.
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(footsteps thudding)
- Idiots.
(water running)
(Maya sighs)
(lock scraping)
Is anybody in there?
(door creaking)
(door creaking)
(door creaking)
(water gurgling)
(Maya gasping)
(eerie rustling)
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(Maya gasping)
(wood scraping)
(tiles clattering)
(glass shattering)
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You're not real.
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(Maya panting)
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Excuse me.
- [Secretary] May I help you?
- [Maya] Yes, I'm from St. Ursula's,
and I was told that you could help me
with some baptismal records
for one of our new parishioners.
- And the person's name?
- Peter Kelson.
(Maya clears throat)
- [Secretary] Here you are.
- Great.
Thank you.
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(car approaching)
(horn honking)
(singer vocalizing)
(sirens wailing)
(jackhammer pounding)
(elevator bell dings)
(elevator door opens)
- Hey!
What are you doing home?
- I just, I forgot my car keys.
What are you doing on this floor?
- Oh, we got Mr. Kowalski's mail again.
- Yeah?
Lucky Mr. Kowalski.
- Yeah.
- Hey, come here.
- Mmm.
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(tape recorder rewinds)
- Just an outside observer.
(tape fast-forwards)
What I've heard,
it seems that Mr. Viznik is
probably not schizophrenic.
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Can I help you?
- Peter Kelson?
- Yes?
- I, I saw you on television yesterday,
and I just, I thought you were brilliant.
- Well, thank you.
Do you work in the building,
or you're coming from the party, right?
- Um, you said something
really interesting.
You said that, um,
malignant narcissism was not evil.
- Yes, I did.
Not pure evil.
That's correct.
- And also that-
- Listen, I'm sorry, but
I'm running late here.
- Just that there was
no such thing as evil with a capital "E."
- It's not the most
popular opinion, but yes.
- Well, what if I told you
that I was a malignant narcissist?
- (chuckling) Have a seat.
Well, I, I probably wouldn't believe you.
A narcissist wouldn't admit it.
It's basically an extreme form-
- Do you mind?
- Of self-denial.
Please, be my guest.
Make yourself at home.
You want a drink?
- No, thank you.
So, what if I told you that
I believe in God and the devil?
In fact, I know that they exist?
(telephone rings)
- Sorry.
I know.
- Is that your girlfriend?
- Excuse me?
- Are you familiar with the case
of Henry Birdson, the math professor
who went home and murdered
his entire family?
- Yeah.
What's that got to do with you?
- Last week the catholic church
certified him as genuinely possessed.
You realize how rarely
they make that ruling.
- Yes, I do.
Well, an exorcism was
held for Mr. Birdson,
and it, it failed disastrously.
- Is that right?
- Thank you.
Look, I, I,
I really think you should meet him.
With your book on Viznik,
I think you'd find him
very, very interesting.
- I'm sure I would.
- You know, I,
you seemed so self-assured
on television, and I just
thought that someone with your confidence
would be up for
letting someone try to prove you wrong.
- Please, prove me wrong.
The world would be so much simpler
if it were all just about good and evil.
Unfortunately, I find it a much more-
- Well, I actually
think it is that simple.
This is a tape of the Birdson exorcism.
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I'll be in front of the public library
at two o'clock tomorrow.
If you're at all interested
in meeting him, I can
take you to where he is.
(telephone rings)
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- [Peter] Hey, Joe.
How's it going?
- Some dirt.
- Oh, thanks.
What a racket.
How the hell do you
live with that all day?
- [Joe] What else can I do?
(metal rattling)
- (gasping) Oh.
Mrs. Levotsky.
(elevator bell dings)
(doors open)
- Keep your hands off me.
(elevator doors close)
(keys jingling)
What are you looking at?
Why don't you do inside
and make some more noise?
Go play your music.
Play it so loud that nobody could sleep.
Go ahead.
(soft music)
Take me down
To where you hide
Play me around
Leave me all your sadness
Don't make no sound
'Cause I know you lie
Tijuana lady
Let's take it slow
I know that I'm no head honcho
I'll keep you warm in my silky poncho
(tape humming)
- [Father Lareaux] Holy virgin of virgins.
- [Father Jeremy] Pray for us.
- Saint Michael.
- Pray for us.
- [Father Lareaux] Saint
Gabriel, Saint Raphael.
- Pray for us.
- Holy angels and archangels.
(indistinct voices growling and yelling)
(tape humming)
(pounding on wall)
- Stop it!
(voices growling and yelling)
- Oh, come on!
(Mrs. Levotsky pounding)
Come on, I turned it off!
(pounding on wall)
(pounding on wall)
(pounding on wall)
(Claire blowing)
- [Claire] Peter?
- Hmm?
- Where are you?
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
It's just,
it's just this strange woman
waltzes into my office today,
says she can get me in to see this killer.
- Oh, Peter, you're not gonna get involved
in this, are you?
- No.
No, of course not.
(all chattering)
(horn honking)
So, I got you a latte.
- Oh, thank you.
- [Peter] Didn't know what you wanted.
- I'm glad you came.
Take the Williamsburg Bridge.
So what did you think of the tape?
- I think you gave me the wrong one.
- What do you mean?
- It was blank.
There was nothing on it.
You gave me the wrong one.
- Are you, are you sure?
- Yeah, I cranked it all the way up.
Nothing but hum.
So, what'd I miss?
(door buzzing)
(cell door opens)
- [Orderly] Shouldn't
we wait for the doctor?
- Oh, I'm sure she won't mind.
- It's right here.
- It's not locked?
- Not necessary, anymore.
- Mr. Kelson.
- Hello, Doctor.
- Oh, what a pleasure to meet you.
Oh, I have to say, your
instincts are impeccable.
I am a fan.
- Thanks.
Thanks, Doctor.
Coming from you, that's
quite a compliment.
- Oh.
When your secretary phoned,
she didn't mention her coming along, too.
- My secretary?
- You are aware that this woman was party
to the so-called exorcism?
- No, I didn't, actually.
- You should know that I have never felt
that Mr. Birdson needed anything
but professional psychiatric care.
And then minutes after these people left,
he suffered a stroke.
He's completely comatose.
There's no brain-wave activity at all.
- [Peter] So, what do you believe
put him in this condition?
- Well, they put him under
severe mental stress.
That caused the aneurysm.
- Could you tell us what you heard
when you tried to open the door?
- I certainly hope you're not
lending any credence to this.
- Just, tell him what you heard.
- Well, the patient was in,
was in severe distress,
so naturally he, he was yelling.
- And when you opened the door,
was he yelling,
or was he sitting here calmly?
- There's a medical explanation
for everything that happened.
- You heard the voices.
You know you did.
- Sounded like 100 voices to me.
- I've already said that
Mr. Birdson was agitated.
Victor, would you check on the patient
in room five, please?
- [Peter] Could you just
describe it to me, the scene?
(Maya gasping)
He opened his eyes.
(ominous music)
He, he just opened his eyes.
- I'm surprised at you, Mr. Kelson.
- Allen, he just opened his eyes.
- Please leave.
- Excuse us, Doctor.
- I'm not making this up.
I swear!
- Let's go now.
- I did not hallucinate that!
He just opened his eyes!
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- Where do you get off
pretending to be my secretary?
- I had to.
- Did you?
And this is evil?
The guy had an aneurysm.
Now he's in a coma.
- That's their explanation.
Look, I know you don't believe me.
- Yeah, well, why should I?
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Maya, wait a minute.
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(phone beeping)
Detective Smythe, please.
Hey, Mike, it's Peter.
I'm good, thanks.
Listen, could you pull some
prints off something for me?
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- [Maya] Father?
It's Maya.
Can you hear me?
- [Father Frank] Leave him alone.
- Father.
- Once upon a time-
- [Father Frank] He's
not going to respond.
The doctor's afraid that
he might not even recover.
- [Maya] He will.
He has great strength.
- What was he saying in there?
- I don't know.
- Besides, it's useless.
I mean, look at him.
- What are you doing?
You can't back out on me now.
We need to be sure.
- He couldn't hear the tape.
What other proof do you need, Maya?
I'm not gonna sit around
until it's too late.
- Oh.
And what is that, John?
What is that?
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- Our father, who art in
heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Please give me the strength.
Live through me.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses-
- Hello?
- Who trespass against us.
- I'm in the dressing room.
- But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom.
- [Claire] Hey, I picked your tuxedo up
from the cleaners.
- Hail Mary, full of grace,
the lord is with thee.
(John praying indistinctly)
- It is the biggest
publishing party of the year.
You'd better hurry up.
- Don't fail me now, please.
Give me the grace, strength,
the courage to do your work.
Show me the way.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(light orchestral music)
- I saw you on the news.
But I think you're even better live.
(Claire chuckles)
- He is.
By the way, Lauren,
did you finish your book on tattoo art?
I hear your publisher
wants his advance back.
- That's not true.
- So, Peter,
how crowded is the field now?
I mean, there are, what, seven books
about the Viznik case?
- Six, actually.
Yeah, but no one has
the access that I have.
- Is it true the cops used a psychic?
- Ah, I saw a psychic once.
Those guys are definitely for real.
- I saw some cable show about-
- Um, cookbooks.
- No, thanks.
- God will forgive me.
The time of transformation is near.
- What?
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(Claire screaming)
(gun firing)
(neck cracking)
- You okay?
- Yeah.
- Sweetheart.
- [Peter] Thanks for handling this.
- Sure thing.
Um, look, I think I got enough
between your preliminary statements
and all the eyewitness accounts.
You can go home.
Give me till morning to
find out who this guy is,
and till then, don't sweat it, huh?
- Thanks again for everything, Mike.
- Hey, don't thank me.
Somebody up there likes you.
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- [Peter] Thanks, bro.
- Good evening, Mr. Kelson, miss Claire.
I want to tell you something.
I'm so upset.
Your neighbor, Mrs. Levotsky,
she's dead.
- What?
- She's dead?
- That's horrible.
- What happened?
- Apparently sometime last night
she killed herself.
The paramedics told me
that she hung herself.
Climbed up on her dresser,
a stocking around her neck.
But I don't know.
She was completely rheumatoid.
It's a shame.
It's a shame.
Anyway, I thought you should know.
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- It's funny.
All my life, I thought I was,
I just, I was someone
who didn't believe in any of it.
- It doesn't matter.
He believes in you.
- But it's, it's true.
I have no faith, James.
It's strange. (sniffs)
You know, when that gun
was pointed in my face tonight,
I was surprised, but I
was never frightened.
Not, not for one second.
It was, it was as if
I knew nothing could
possibly happen to me, and,
in that one moment,
I didn't care about anything.
Not even my own life.
- Peter, you must care
about your own life.
- I respect that you
have such faith, James.
I don't understand it, but,
I want you to know that I, I admire you.
I admire you, and I always will.
- I appreciate you saying that.
I think I'd better go.
- Okay.
Thanks for coming.
(door knocking)
- Good morning, Father.
Father, what's wrong?
- It's about John.
last night he tried to shoot Kelson.
- What?
- Maya, John's dead.
- [Waiter] Some coffee for you, miss?
- Thank you.
- Okay.
- I can't do this.
I can't do this.
- [Girl] Excuse me.
- Oh, God.
- You have to put your napkin in your lap.
- Gina!
- How's this?
- I'm sorry.
She's really into rules. (chuckling)
- Doesn't your daughter
put her napkin on her lap?
- I don't have a daughter.
- Oh.
Aren't you lonely?
- [Woman] Okay, that's enough.
- I have someone who takes care of me.
- But he's dead.
Jesus is dead.
(ominous orchestral music)
Jesus is dead
Jesus is dead
Jesus is dead
Jesus is dead
Jesus is dead
You are so weak.
(Maya gasping)
(ominous music)
(Maya gasping)
- How you doing?
- I'm good.
How you doing?
- Good.
- So, what have you found?
- Well, we traced this guy
to a seminary in Newark.
Now, if you can believe this,
he was a Deacon.
- [Peter] Really?
- I talked to the man in charge,
a Father Frank Page,
and he said that the
gunman, John Townsend,
had been caught up in some kind
of nonsense about the devil,
along with a priest named Lareaux
and a woman named Maya Larkin.
Same woman whose prints
we took off that coffee cup you gave us.
So, uh, what's going on here?
- (clears throat) Can we go for a walk?
- Yeah, sure.
- Thanks.
Um, she came to my office the other day
and tells me this weird story
about demonic possession.
- Well, she's got a juvenile
record from New Orleans.
Her parents died when she was 13.
- Her parents died?
- Yeah, uh, murder-suicide.
Anyway, she was a runaway.
Arrested for vandalism,
petty theft, drugs, the whole bit.
Parole records show that she graduated
from community college,
moved into a retreat house,
and teaches some classes
at the seminary school.
Hasn't been in any trouble since.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(both grunting)
- [Students] Le pain.
- [Maya] Le pain.
- Le pain.
Le chien.
- Le chien.
- [Students] Le chapeau.
- Okay.
- I need to go to the bathroom.
- Okay, go ahead Daniel.
- La glace.
- La glace.
- Le poulet.
- Le poulet.
- Le poulet.
- Very good.
- [Students] Le chat.
- [Maya] Le chat.
- Le chapeau.
- Good.
- We need to talk.
- [Maya] Peter, I'm in the middle of a-
- Now.
(children chattering)
- Children, just stay in your seats.
I'll be, I'll...
- Last night a guy named John Townsend
tried to shoot me.
Now I find out you knew him.
What the fuck is going on?
Why, why did he try to kill me?
- Townsend believed that,
just as God became man in Christ,
Satan will assume human form.
Oh my God.
- I believe it, too.
- And, and the point is?
- At the exorcism,
Birdson boasted that Satan
was about to take over the body of a man.
You are that man, Peter.
- What?
- (sighing) It's true.
He knew your name.
He was writing it in this numerical code.
I figured it out.
It spelled your name.
- Okay.
You know, you should really think hard
about getting professional help.
- You're already-
- Get your hands off me.
Get your hands off me.
- You're already contaminated, Peter.
That's why you couldn't hear the tape.
There's probably a pentacle near your bed
to sanctify you.
- I'm not gonna be drawn into this.
- Look for it.
I know it sounds crazy,
You need proof.
Check your parents' blood types.
- No, don't.
My parents are dead!
- Are you sure your parents
are your birth parents?
(bell rings)
- My parents are dead.
- You are about to become the antichrist,
who is born unholy and becomes the door
to eternal suffering in this world.
- If you or any of your lunatic friends
ever come near me again-
(Maya grunting)
(students talking)
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(thunder crashing)
(Peter grunting)
(phone beeping)
- [Woman] You have no
messages at this time.
(dramatic orchestral music)
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(Peter blows)
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- Robert?
- Melvin Szabo, this is Peter Kelson.
Peter, this is the psychic.
- [Peter] I'd appreciate
it if you'd put that back.
- You're the younger one of two.
You're afraid of committing to this girl,
but she worships you.
Your mother is dead, but
your father is alive.
- Nothing you couldn't find out
from reading the papers,
and you're already wrong on one count.
- Viznik will get off,
and Robert has got a crush on you.
- How dare you?
You know what,
you can go.
- Suit yourself.
I will.
But, does this mean anything to you?
(dramatic music)
You do know, don't you,
that these are also numbers?
Greek numbers,
600, 60, and six.
Or the sign of the devil.
- Get out of here.
- Wait a minute.
God will forgive me.
The time of transformation is near.
- Get the fuck out of here.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Look, I'm-
- Just get out.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(choir singing)
(Peter panting)
(church bell chimes)
(all chattering)
(peter gasps)
(Peter panting)
Help, help me.
(wood cracking)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(choir singing)
(dogs barking)
(dogs barking)
(Peter breathing heavily)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(car crashing)
(car alarm blares)
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I, I don't understand what's going on.
- This has, uh,
this has been planned since your birth.
You fit all the criteria that we know of.
Never baptized,
devoid of faith,
born of incest-
- I was, I was baptized.
I was certainly not born of incest.
- You were never baptized.
At least, I don't
believe it was Christian.
Your baptism was performed
by your uncle, James MacKenzie, right?
- Yes, I know.
- [Maya] The only
baptism he ever performed
in seven years as pastor at Bedford.
- Yeah, so what?
- Seven years, one baptism.
Your mother's only brother.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Do you know your parents' blood types?
- My father is,
my father was O-positive,
and my mother, A-negative.
- Peter,
you're an AB-negative.
There is no way
that your birth father
could be an O-positive.
It's impossible.
- [Peter] This is ridiculous.
There's, there's been a mistake.
I don't believe any of this.
- Then why are you here?
(dramatic orchestral music)
Oh, Peter.
- When, when Townsend tried to kill me,
he said something.
"The time of transformation is near."
What does that mean?
- He must've figured
something out on his own.
Maybe we should go to his house.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(glass shattering)
(Maya gasps)
It's hot in here.
(Maya sighs)
- [Peter] What are we looking for exactly?
- I don't know.
Papers, anything.
- [Peter] He's bought all my books.
- Hmm.
What's this?
(bulb shattering)
(electricity crackling)
What was that?
- It's just a bulb.
It blew.
It's okay.
There's nothing here.
I'll check upstairs, okay?
- All right.
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(metal scraping)
(ominous music)
(footsteps thudding)
- There's nothing upstairs
except empty rooms.
You got anything here?
- [Maya] It's not what we're looking for.
- I'll keep looking.
(ominous music)
(Maya sniffing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(switch clicks)
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(metal clangs)
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(voices whispering)
(metal bangs)
(Maya gasping)
(footsteps thudding)
- Peter?
(ominous music)
(ominous orchestral music)
(Maya gasping)
Not again.
You're not real.
(Maya gasping)
- Watch out.
It's sharp.
- Henry, (panting)
I know you don't want to do this.
I know you don't want to do this.
I know you don't.
Put it down.
Put it, put it down.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(lock clicks)
(glass shattering)
(Maya screams)
(Maya panting)
(Maya screaming)
Peter, he can't hurt you.
(Peter panting)
(Peter grunting)
(both grunting)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(Maya panting)
- You okay?
- Yeah.
- Keep it up.
- Aah!
(Maya breathing heavily)
Your 33rd birthday.
That's the transformation
Townsend was talking about.
He was, found it in
one of Lareaux's books.
What are you doing?
It's gonna happen
at the exact moment of your birth.
- My birthday's tomorrow.
My birthday is tomorrow.
- What?
(demon growling)
(neck crackling)
- Oh, my god.
(neck cracking)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(demon roars)
(glass shattering)
(Birdson roaring)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- You know what the last thing
I said to my mother was?
"See you tomorrow." (scoffs)
And she said,
"You know it."
And I can, I can see her face,
A real smile.
(vehicle approaching)
Why didn't you just go
along with Townsend?
- Because until it happens,
you're still a person.
- What about after?
- [Maya] You're gone.
(Peter sighs)
But if you die,
(Peter sighs)
(dramatic orchestral music)
Then Satan can't stay.
Unless we stop the transformation.
- It should be in here.
- Here it is.
Tomorrow afternoon, 4:55.
Maybe there's something
in one of Lareaux's books.
They're in the car.
I'll go check 'em out.
Just stay here.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(objects clattering)
(Peter panting)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
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- [Peter] What are you
doing on this floor?
- [Claire] Oh, um,
we got Mr. Kowalski's mail again.
- [Peter] Yeah?
Lucky Mr. Kowalski.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(door slams)
(door clicking)
(door creaks)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(siren wailing)
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(siren wailing)
(voices speaking indistinctly)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(siren wailing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(car horn honking)
(people chattering)
- Oh, here he is.
He's right here.
- Peter.
Sweetheart, where have you been?
I've been so worried.
Is this the person you
were telling me about?
- What are these?
- I don't know.
What are they?
- I found them behind your picture.
- They're the spare set.
- I thought the spare set
was in the kitchen drawer.
You were hiding them.
- Oh, darling, you're tired.
- I found the pentacle.
- The pentacle?
What are you talking about?
- [Peter] I found the pentacle, Claire.
- [Claire] She's been stalking you, Peter.
- [Peter] No.
Give me the gun, Claire!
(both grunting)
(gun firing)
(choir singing)
(choir singing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- [Father Frank] Maya, look.
- Little one!
Ah, yes.
- [Maya] Oh, thank God you're better.
(Father Lareaux chuckles)
(Maya laughs)
Listen, we really need your help.
We only have a couple of more hours.
- Oh, no.
Don't worry.
Not about the transformation.
- Well, what do you mean,
don't worry about it?
- In my prayers,
I came to realize
that we've been fooling ourselves.
Probably blown this out of all proportion.
And that God
would never have allowed a thing like this
to have happened.
- I told you.
This was a myth all along.
- So we won.
- That's right, Maya.
We won.
- Christ triumphed over Satan.
- That's right, Maya.
- So if, if Christ won, that, that means,
what does that mean, Father?
Satan is the weak one.
He's the coward who trembles.
The whimpering slave of God.
- [Father Frank] Maya,
that's, that's enough.
- Come here.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(skin sizzling)
(Father gasps and grunts)
- He will make Christ crawl,
(gasping) through the shit!
Aah! (groaning)
- He's our best chance
if we can get him back.
(ominous music)
- [Peter] What can I do?
- Just wait outside.
So are you gonna do it?
- I don't have the expertise.
Father Thomas should officiate.
- [Maya] Bless me,
father, for I have sinned.
Help me overcome all fear and selfishness.
Help me find and keep my strength.
Help me fight the evil I'm about to see
with all the courage you can give.
(sighing) Amen.
- Amen.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(door creaking)
(door creaking)
(liquid pours)
(distant rumbling)
(door thuds)
(distant rumbling)
(door hisses)
(door thudding)
(voices shouting)
(handle hisses)
(choir singing)
(intense music)
(Father Frank speaking Latin)
(Maya gasping)
(Maya gasping)
(thunder crashing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Father.
Father, please don't die.
Don't die.
(Father Frank speaking Latin)
- Go
and find his uncle.
- [Maya] Don't die.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- "God appears and god is light
to those poor souls who dwell in night.
But does a human form
display to those who
dwell in realms of day?"
(choir singing in foreign language)
- Did you really think that
you could just end this?
They had their 2,000 years.
Now it's our turn.
- (gasping) Everything you said,
Everything you did-
- I did for you, Peter.
I love you.
Think of it.
I'm giving you a gift.
Absolute power.
Peter, absolute knowledge.
- But you raised me.
You raised me like your own son.
- Why, yes.
You are my son, Peter.
You are my son.
Peter, don't you see the opportunities
that lie before you?
- You killed my parents.
How could you?
- I had to.
- No!
It's what they want.
Don't do it, Peter!
- Do it!
It will be my ultimate sacrifice.
- If you commit murder, you accept evil.
- Drop it.
- You have no idea
how much you look like
your mother right now.
(gun firing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Thank you, Maya.
You served us quite well.
(gun firing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(engine rumbling)
(engine rumbling)
(choir singing)
(thunder crashing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Go ahead.
- I'm not strong enough for this.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(Maya crying)
- Listen to me.
I'll see you tomorrow.
(Maya crying)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(both breathing heavily)
It didn't happen.
It, it, it didn't happen.
I'm okay.
Put, put, put the gun down.
Maya, please, it, it's me.
It's me.
It's me.
(wind whistling)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(gun firing)
(glass shattering)
(dog barking)
(Maya breathing heavily)
(dramatic orchestral music)
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(singer vocalizing)
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