Exorcist (1973)

[bunniefuu]

BOY [IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]:

[MAN SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

MAN [IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]:

Sure do love you.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Mrs. MacNeil.

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

That's good.

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

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

Oh, Karl, we've got rats in the

attic. You'd better
get some traps.

- Rats?
- I'm afraid so.

But the attic is clean.

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

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

Maybe plumbing.

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

Yes, I go now.

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

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

In the group over here...

I need a priest, a nun
and two students.

That's what we want. That's
exactly what we want.

Burke. Oh, Burke.

- Is this scene really essential?
- Chris.

Would you just consider
if we can do without it?

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

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

You don't want the
building torn down.

Come on. I can read,
for Christ's sake.

Well, what's wrong?

Well, why are they tearing
the building down?

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

- Hiding?
- f*cking.

Scene 39: Hotel. Take four.

All right. Hustle,
background. And action.

Hasn't there been enough k*lling?

Is this your campus?

Let's get the Defence
Department off this campus.

It's our school.

- You have no rights.
- Hypocrite.

m*llitary complex, man.

And action, Chris.

I've seen enough k*lling
in my lifetime.

There's no need for it.

That's right. That's right.

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

but the kids who want to get an
education have a right, too.

Don't you understand? It's against

your own principle,
for God's sake.

You can't accomplish anything by
shutting kids off from their...

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

If you want to effect
any change, you

have to do it within the system.

Okay, cut. That's a wrap.

I think I'll walk
home tonight, Mike.

Okay.

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

- Good night, Tom.
- Good night.

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

I mean, priests, doctors,
lawyers. I've talked to them all.

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

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

Hello?

In here.

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

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

Other than that, terrific.

- What we got, anything exciting?
- Here.

- Oh, all right.
- And also, you got an invitation.

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

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

I think it's five or six people.

Oh. Thursday, huh? All right.

Hi, Mum.

What'd you do today?

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

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

You did.

And we had a picnic
down by the river.

That sounds good.

You should have seen.

This man came along on
this beautiful grey horse.

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

Was it a mare, a gelding, what?

I think it was a gelding.

It was grey. Oh, it
was so beautiful.

The guy let me ride it all
around and everything.

- You're kidding.
- She rode for half an hour.

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

Not while we're in
Washington, honey.

Why not, Mum? Ha, ha.

We'll see when we get home, okay?

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

Hey, listen, on the
party invitations,

I wanted to write a personal...

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

Ha-ha-ha.

All right, give it up. Give it up.

No.

- Ooh.
- Ha-ha-ha.

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

Father?

Could you help an old altar boy?

I'm a Catholic.

All right, come on, man.

- What, are you crazy?
- Go ahead.

[PEOPLE SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]

Mama?

Dimmy. Dimmy.

[SPEAKING IN GREEK]

Oh, how are you, Mama?

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

- I'm all right.
- How's your leg?

How about you? You are all right?

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

[MAN SPEAKING IN GREEK ON RADIO]

Your Uncle John passed
by to visit me.

- Oh, really? When?
- Last month.

- Too tight?
- No.

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

down the stairs. You
have to give it a rest.

Okay.

I could take you
somewhere where you'd

be safe. You wouldn't be alone.

There would be people
around. You wouldn't

be sitting here
listening to a radio.

[SPEAKING IN GREEK]

You understand me?

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

Dimmy, you worry for something?

- No, Mama.
- You are not happy?

Tell me, what is the matter?

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

[GREEK MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO]

Here it comes.

There.

- Oh, look at that.
- Do you like it?

Aw, isn't that funny? Ha, ha.

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

Oh, here we go.

There, he can dry there.

Hey, where'd this come from?

- I found it.
- Where?

Closet.

Huh.

You been playing with it?

- Yup.
- Do you know how?

I'll show you.

Wait a minute. You need two.

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

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

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

No, I do. Captain Howdy said no.

- Captain who?
- Captain Howdy.

Who's Captain Howdy?

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

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

Oh, I'll bet he is.

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

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

Captain Howdy?

Captain Howdy, that
isn't very nice.

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

Regan, why are you
reading that stuff?

Because I like it.

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

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

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

I didn't have my
make-up man there.

Let me take an eyelash
off your face.

Okay. No, I didn't get it.

What are we gonna do
on your birthday?

Isn't it nice it's
on Sunday this year?

No work? What can we do?

I don't know.

Well, what would you like to do?

Got any ideas?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, I love you.

I love you, Rags.

We'll have a good day, yeah?

You can bring Mr.
Dennings, if you like.

Mr. Dennings?

Well, you know, it's okay.

Well, thank you very much...

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

Well, you like him.

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

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

You're gonna marry
him, aren't you?

Oh, my God. Are you kidding?

- What?
- Me marry Burke Dennings?

Don't be silly. Of course not.

Where did you ever get
an idea like that?

But you like him.

Of course I like
him. I like pizzas

too, but I'm not gonna marry one.

You don't like him like Daddy?

Regan, I love your daddy.

I'll always love
your daddy, honey.

Okay? Burke just comes around
here a lot, because...

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

Well, I heard differently.

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

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

Well, you didn't think so good.

- How do you know? Ha, ha.
- Ha-ha-ha.

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

Okay.

You ready for sleep?

- Good night.
- Good night, honey.

♪ Lord, I was born
a rambling man ♪

♪ Lord, I was born
a rambling man ♪

It's my mother, Tom.

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

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

I could see about a
transfer, Damien.

I need reassignment,
Tom. I want out

of this job. It's
wrong, it's no good.

You're the best we've got.

Am I really?

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

Some of their problems
come down to faith...

their vocation, the
meaning of their

lives, and I can't cut it anymore.

I need out. I'm unfit.

Think I've lost my faith, Tom.

Hello?

Yes, this is Mrs. MacNeil.

Operator, you have
got to be kidding.

I have been on this
line for 20 minutes.

Jesus Christ. Can
you believe this?

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

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

He doesn't give a sh*t.

Why don't you let me...?

No, I've got it, Sharon.
It's all right.

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

It's the Hotel Excelsior in Rome.

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

Hello? Yes.

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

Do you take an illiteracy test to
get that job, for Christ's sakes?

Don't tell me to be
calm, g*dd*mn it.

Yeah?

You're kidding me.

Okay. I thought I
just went to bed.

Yeah.

Hey, what are we doing, scene 61?

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

All right. Yeah, I'll see you.

What are you doing here?

My bed was shaking.

I can't get to sleep.

Oh, honey.

g*dd*mn it.

Jesus.

There's nothing.

Oh, Karl.

Jesus Christ, Karl, don't do that.

Very sorry, but you see, no rats.

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

Oh, my God.

Okay. Unroll your fist.

Arm up.

Very good. That wasn't
so bad, was it?

Remain perfectly still.
Breathe normally.

Tell me if you feel a vibration.

Regan?

You feel anything?

Can you feel this?

I don't feel anything.

Put this in your mouth.

Keep it there. This
tells your temperature.

When the red light goes on,
that's your temperature.

I don't want it.

A disorder of the nerves.

At least we think it is.

We don't know yet
exactly how it works.

It's often seen in
early adolescence.

She shows all the symptoms.

Hyperactivity.

Her temper.

Performance in maths.

Yeah. Why the maths? What is that?

It affects her concentration.

Ah-ha.

- Now, this is for Ritalin.
- Okay.

Ten milligrams a day.

Is that a tranquilliser?

It's a stimulant.

A stimulant? My God, she's
higher than a kite now.

Her condition isn't
quite what it seems.

Nobody knows the cause of
hyperkinetic behaviour in a child.

The Ritalin seems to work
to relieve the condition.

And as to how or why,
we really don't know.

But, her symptoms could be
overreaction to depression.

That's out of my field.

My daughter isn't depressed.

Well, you mentioned her
father and the separation.

You think I should take
her to a psychiatrist?

No. I think we should wait and see
what happens with the Ritalin.

I think that's the answer.

- Okay.
- Let's wait two, three weeks.

All right. And the lies she's been
telling? That's part of it, huh?

Lies?

Like saying her bed's
shaking. That stuff.

Have you ever known
your daughter to swear?

- To use obscenities?
- No, never.

Interesting.

Similar... Similar to
things like her lying...

it's uncharacteristic for her.

I don't understand.
She doesn't swear.

Well, she let loose
quite a string while

I was examining her, Mrs. MacNeil.

I find that hard to
believe. What did she say?

Her vocabulary is
rather extensive.

Well, give me an
example. Like what?

Specifically, what did she say?

Specifically, Mrs. MacNeil...

she advised me to keep my
fingers away from her...

g*dd*mn c**t.

I can't believe it.

She...

You don't think a psychiatrist...?

No. I think the best explanation
is always the simplest.

Well, we'll wait.
We'll wait and see.

Yeah.

So in the meantime...

try not to worry.

How?

The oedema affected her
brain, you understand?

She don't let no
doctor come near her.

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

You should've called
me when it happened.

Listen.

Regular hospital not
gonna put up with that.

We give her a sh*t and
bring her here...

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

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

- Miss?
- Yes?

We want to see Mrs. Karras.

- Do you have an appointment?
- Yes.

Are you a relative?

Yes, I am her brother.
He is her son.

Just a minute.

You know, it's funny.

If you wasn't a priest, you'd be

famous psychiatrist
on Park Avenue.

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

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

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

No, no. No, no.

Go get someone else.
Don't bother the father.

Go to your bed. Go to your bed.

No, no. No, no.

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

Mama.

It's Dimmy, Mama.

Dimmy.

Why you did this to me, Dimmy?

Why?

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

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

[YELLING IN GREEK]

Mama, everything's gonna be all

right. Mama, I'm
gonna take you home.

Mama, I'm gonna take you home.

Couldn't you have put
her some place else?

Like what? Private hospital?

Who got the money for
that, Dimmy? You?

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

I beg your pardon?

Never seen it before
in my life. Have you?

We're pretty comfortable
up there compared

to the Gemini and
Mercury programs.

They were tight for space.

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

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

Ha-ha-ha. What for?

First missionary on Mars.

Tell me, was it public
relations you did

for the Gestapo or
community relations?

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

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

n*zi bastard.

Over behind the church.
You know where I mean?

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

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

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

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

- Damien Karras.
- Karras?

That's his office,
back of Saint Mike's.

He's our... Our
psychiatric counsellor.

He had a pretty rough
knock last night,

poor guy. His mother passed away.

She was living by herself...

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

Cunting Hun.

Bloody, damned,
butchering n*zi pig.

Stop it. I'll k*ll you.

What's the matter with you?

What's for dessert?

You sleeping?

You get some sleep.

Okay. Very good. All right.

Listen, Burke, your
car's at the kerb.

Louie's waiting.
It's nice and warm.

Yes, honey. What?

f*ck it.

- I've never seen him acting up.
- Really. Blind is what he was.

♪ Down on Thoity-Thoid and Thoid ♪

Hi, Chris. This is a great party.

Yeah, don't stop. Keep going.

I don't need any
encouragement. My idea

of heaven is a solid
white nightclub...

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

♪ Down on the east side ♪

♪ Of Thoity-Thoid and Thoid ♪

♪ That's my home sweet home ♪

♪ Some people think ♪

♪ It's the home of black eyes ♪

♪ Just because... ♪

Hey, I think we've got a guest.

You're gonna die up there.

Regan?

Oh, my God, honey.

Honey, what's the matter?

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

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

What made you say that, Regan?

Do you know, sweetheart?

Mother?

What's wrong with me?

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

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

Okay?

Is it coming out, Willi?

- Yes, I think so.
- Good.

Mother. Mother.

Mother. Mother.

Mother. Mother.

- Oh, my God.
- Make it stop.

- I'm gonna fold.
- Big flop.

Another five for the pair. There's

the ten with two and
three of clubs.

And a six. Pair of
threes still best.

I'll talk to you
about it tomorrow.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, if you get a chance, can
you take a look at it for me?

Where'd you get the money
for the Chivas Regal...

- the poor box?
- Ha.

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

Where'd you get it, then?

I stole it.

I believe you.

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

I figure I saved him
from a big temptation.

Oh, Christ.

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

There was nothing you could do.

Lie down.

Give me the butt. Come on.

- Now you think you can sleep?
- Yeah.

Are you gonna steal my shoes now?

No.

I tell fortunes by reading the

creases. Now, shut
up and go to sleep.

Good night.

Stealing is a sin.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

I don't want it.

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

- Hold still, honey.
- I don't want it.

You f*cking bastard.

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

who has gone before
us with the sign of

faith and sleeps the
sleep of peace.

Lord, I am not worthy
to receive you.

But only say the word
and I shall be healed.

May the body of Christ bring
me to everlasting life.

Well, it's a symptom...

of a type of disturbance in the

chemical-electrical
activity of the brain.

In your daughter's case,
the temporal lobe,

up here in the lateral
part of the brain.

It's rare...

but it does cause bizarre
hallucinations...

and usually just
before a convulsion.

A convulsion?

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

Oh, no, no, that was no spasm.

Look, I got on the bed.

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

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

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

It's her brain.

So, ahem. What causes this?

Lesion. Lesion in
the temporal lobe.

It's a kind of seizure disorder.

Look, Doc, I really
don't understand how

her whole personality
could change.

In the temporal lobe,
it's very common.

It is?

It, can last for days, even weeks.

It isn't rare to
find destructive...

even criminal behaviour.

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

Don't be alarmed.
If it's a lesion,

in a way, she's fortunate.

All we have to do
is remove the scar.

Let's move her.

Regan, can you sit up, scoot over?

A little more.

Good.

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

Let me do this.

It's okay.

See? There we go.

It's just for a short time.

You're doing fine.

Very sticky.

Good. Now, Regan,
you're gonna feel

something a little
bit cold and wet.

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

Good.

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

Hook up.

There's nothing there.

No vascular displacement at all.

Do you want me to
run another series?

I don't think so.

I'd like you to see her again.

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

She says it's urgent.

- You got some time?
- Of course.

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

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

Things have gotten worse since
I phoned. Come upstairs.

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

- Did you give her the medication?
- Yes.

- What was that?
- Thorazine.

Before that, it was Ritalin.

Chris, doctors.

- This is Dr. Taney.
- Mother, please.

- What is it?
- Please, make it stop.

It's burning. It's burning.

Do something, doctor.
Please, help her.

Please, Mother, make it stop.
He's trying to k*ll me.

Mother. Mother.

All right, Regan, let's
see what the trouble...

Regan.

[IN DEMONIC VOICE] Keep
away. The sow is mine.

f*ck me. f*ck me. f*ck me.

Stay away from me. Stay away.

Hold her steady. Hold her tight.

Don't let them.

She's heavily sedated.

She'll probably sleep
through tomorrow.

What was going on
in there? How could

she fly off the bed like that?

Pathological states can
induce abnormal strength...

accelerated motor performance.

For example...

say a 90-pound woman
sees her child

pinned under the
wheel of a truck...

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

You've heard the story.
Same thing here.

Same principle, I mean.

So, what's wrong with her?

We still think that
the temporal lobe...

Oh, what are you talking
about, for Christ's sakes?

Did you see her or not?

She's acting like she's
f*cking out of her mind.

Psychotic, like a split
personality, or...

Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry.

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

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

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

but any reasonable
psychiatrist would

exhaust the somatic
possibilities first.

So, what's next?

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

It will involve another spinal.

Oh, Christ.

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

could conceivably turn up there.

At least it would eliminate
certain other possibilities.

Dr. Taney says the
x-rays are negative.

In other words, normal.

You keep any dr*gs in your house?

No, of course not.
Nothing like that.

Are you sure?

Well, of course, I'm sure.

I'd tell you.

Christ, I don't even smoke grass.

Are you planning to be home soon?

I mean, to L.A., I mean.

No, I...

I'm building a new house.

My old one has been sold.

I don't know.

I was gonna take...

I was gonna take
Regan to Europe for

a while after she finished school.

Why do you ask?

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

Hello?

Sharon?

sh*t.

God.

Sharon.

What do you mean, leaving
Regan by herself?

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

- Didn't he tell you?
- Who?

- Burke is...
- What's Burke got to do with it?

Nobody was here. When I went
to get the Thorazine...

- I had him stay with her, and...
- Oh.

I should have known better. Sorry.

I guess you should have.

How were the tests?

We have to start
looking for a shrink.

Hi, Chuck. Come on in.

I suppose you heard.

Heard what?

You haven't heard.

Burke's dead.

He must have been
drunk. He fell from

the top of the steps
right outside.

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

Oh, God.

No.

Yeah, I know.

Sharon...

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

When I touch your
forehead, open your eyes.

Are you comfortable, Regan?

Yes.

How old are you?

Twelve.

Is there someone inside you?

Sometimes.

Who is it?

I don't know.

Is it Captain Howdy?

I don't know.

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

No.

Why not?

I'm afraid.

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

Do you want him to leave you?

Yes.

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

If you are there, you,
too, are hypnotised

and must answer all my questions.

Come forward...

and answer me now.

Are you the person
inside of Regan?

Who are you?

- Help me.
- Let go.

Father Karras?

Have we met?

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

That you look like a boxer.

William F. Kinderman. Homicide.

What's this all about?

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

Like John Garfield
in Body and soul.

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

Do people tell you you
look like Paul Newman?

Always.

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

Burke Dennings?

I've seen him.

You've seen him.

You're also familiar
how last week he d*ed?

Only what I read in the papers.

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

From the witching
end, not the hunting.

I once did a paper on it.

Really?

From the psychiatric end.

I know. I read it.

All of this desecration
in the church...

do you think this has anything
to do with witchcraft?

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

And now Dennings. You
read how he d*ed?

In a fall.

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

confidential.

Burke Dennings, good Father...

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

with his head turned
completely around...

facing backwards.

Didn't happen in the fall?

It's possible.

- Possible, however...
- Unlikely.

Exactly.

So on the one hand, we've got a
witchcraft kind of m*rder...

and on the other hand, a black

mass-type desecration
in the church.

You think the k*ller and the
desecrater are the same?

Maybe somebody crazy...

somebody with a spite
against the Church.

Some unconscious rebellion.

A sick priest, is that it?

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

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

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

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

I don't know anyone who
fits that description.

Ah.

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

No, I probably wouldn't.

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

in sunny California, no less...

was put in jail for
not telling the

police what he knew
about a patient.

Is that a thr*at?

No, I mention it only in passing.

Incidentally, I mention
it only in passing...

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

Hey, Father, wait a minute.

- Do you like movies?
- Very much.

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

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

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

I love to talk film...

discuss, to critique.

You want to see a
film with me? I got

passes to the Crest. It's Othello.

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

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

- I've seen it.
- Ah.

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

Come on.

No, answer the question,
Father Paranoia.

All right. All right.

You know who I think
really did it?

Who?

The Dominicans. Go pick on them.

I could have you
deported, you know that?

I lied.

You look like Sal Mineo.

It looks like a type of disorder

that's, rarely ever
seen anymore...

except in primitive cultures.

We call it, somnambular-form
possession.

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

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

and it leads to the
patient's delusions

that his body has been invaded...

by some alien intelligence...

A spirit, if you will.

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

I am not going to lock her
up in some g*dd*mn asylum.

Well, it's out of...

And I don't care what you call it.

I'm not putting her away.

Well, I'm sorry.

You're sorry? Jesus Christ.

Eighty-eight doctors,
and all you can

tell me with all
your bullshit is...

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

But, I think of it as
a shock treatment.

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

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

Do you have any religious beliefs?

No.

What about your daughter?

No. Why?

Have you ever heard of exorcism?

Well, it's a stylised ritual...

in which the, rabbi
or the priest try to

drive out the so-called
invading spirit.

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

except by the Catholics,
who keep it in

the closet as a sort
of embarrassment.

But it, has worked, in fact...

although not for the reasons
they think, of course.

It's purely force of suggestion.

The... The victim's belief in

possession is what
helped cause it...

so in that same way...

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

You're telling me that I should

take my daughter
to a witch doctor.

Is that it?

Karl?

Did you put this in
Regan's bedroom?

She's going to be well?

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

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

No, not me.

I didn't.

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

Of course, I didn't.

I didn't put it.

- Excuse me, madam.
- What?

- A man to see you.
- What man?

Might your daughter
remember, perhaps...

if Mr. Dennings was in
her room that night?

- Why do you ask?
- Mm.

Might she remember?

No, she was heavily sedated.

It's serious?

Yes, I'm afraid it is.

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

Watch out for draughts.

A draught in the
fall when the house

is hot is a magic
carpet for bacteria.

Excuse me, madam. Anything else?

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

It's all right, Karl.

Why are you asking all this?

It's strange.

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

and leaves all alone
a very sick girl.

And speaking plainly,
Mrs. MacNeil...

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

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

Except maybe one
chance in a thousand.

No. My hunch...

My opinion...

point one.

Point two...

plus the various other
things we mentioned...

would make it very probable...

probable, not certain...

that the deceased
was k*lled and then

pushed from your
daughter's window.

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

It could be one way.

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

and the time you returned.

Judas Priest, just a second.

The servants? They have visitors?

Not at all.

You were expecting a package
that day, some delivery?

Not that I know of.

Groceries, cleaning, a package?

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

I see.

Would you like to ask him?

No, never mind, it's...

It's very remote.

No, never mind.

Yeah.

Would you like some more coffee?

Please.

That's cute.

Your daughter, she's the artist?

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Incidentally...

you might ask your daughter...

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

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

Oh, I know, I realise...

but if certain British
doctors never

asked, "What is this fungus?."

we wouldn't today have
penicillin. Correct?

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

- Yeah, couldn't hurt.
- Okay.

In the meantime...

That's okay.

I really hate to ask
you this, but...

What?

For my daughter, could you
please give an autograph?

Of course. Where's a pencil?

Right here. Here.

Oh.

She'd love it.

And what's her name?

I lied. It's for me.

- Kinderman.
- Okay.

You know that film
you made, Angel?

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

- Really?
- It was beautiful.

Ha, ha. Thank you.

You're a very nice lady.

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

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

- Bye.
- Bye.

Please, no.

- Do it.
- Please, don't.

You bitch. Do it. Do it.

Please, no.

REGAN [IN DEMONIC VOICE]:
Yes. Let Jesus f*ck you.

Let Jesus f*ck you.
Let him f*ck you.

Give it. Give it to me.

Lick me. Lick me.

Chris.

Mrs. MacNeil, open the door.

Open the door.

Do you know what she did...

your cunting daughter?

Chris MacNeil?

Please, go away.

I'm Father Karras.

I'm very sorry. Hello.

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

Yeah, that would have helped.

Have you got a cigarette, Father?

Sure.

Thanks.

Cold.

Yeah.

How did a shrink ever
get to be a priest?

It's the other way
around. The Society

sent me through medical school.

Oh.

Where?

Harvard, Bellevue, Johns Hopkins.

- Places like that.
- I see.

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

Yes, I am.

- Pretty close?
- Pretty close.

Did he talk to you about my party?

He sure did.

About my daughter?

No, I didn't know you had one.

- He didn't mention her?
- No.

Oh.

Didn't tell you what she did?

He didn't mention her.

Priests are pretty
tight-mouthed, then, huh?

That depends.

- On what?
- The priest.

Sure.

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

you know, that was a m*rder*r
or criminal of some kind...

and they wanted some kind of help?

I mean, would you
have to turn him in?

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

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

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

And, how do you go about
getting an exorcism?

I beg your pardon?

If... if a person's, you know,

possessed by a demon,
or something...

how do they get an exorcism?

I'd have to get them
into a time machine

and get them back to
the 16th century.

I didn't get you.

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

Oh, yeah? Since when?

Well, since we
learned about mental

illness, paranoia, schizophrenia.

All those things they
taught me at Harvard.

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

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

Yeah, well...

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

is probably possessed.

And needs an exorcist.

Father Karras, it's
my little girl.

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

Why? I don't understand.

To begin with, it could
make things worse.

Oh, how?

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

conducts an
investigation to see if

it's warranted. That takes time.

- Yeah, but...
- Meanwhile, your daughter...

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

- and that's rarely given.
- But...

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

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

Oh, not a psychiatrist.
She needs a priest.

She's seen every
f*cking psychiatrist

in the world, and
they sent me to you.

Now are you gonna
send me back to them?

Jesus Christ, won't
somebody help me?

You don't understand...

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

It wants no straps.

Hello, Regan.

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

[IN DEMONIC VOICE] You might
loosen these straps, then.

I'm afraid you might
hurt yourself, Regan.

I'm not Regan.

I see.

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

And I'm the devil.

Now, kindly undo these straps.

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

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

Where's Regan?

In here, with us.

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

[AS OLD MAN] Could you help
an old altar boy, Father?

[IN DEMONIC VOICE] Your mother's
in here with us, Karras.

Would you like to leave a message?

I'll see that she gets it.

If that's true...

then you must know my
mother's maiden name.

What is it?

What is it?

Thank you.

Look, I'm only against
the possibility of

doing your daughter
more harm than good.

Nothing you could do
could make it any worse.

I can't do it.

I need evidence that the
Church would accept...

- as signs of possession.
- Like what?

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

What else?

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

I thought you were
supposed to be an expert.

There are no experts.

You probably know as much about
possession as most priests.

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

She says she's the devil himself.

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

you'd realise that's
the same thing

as saying you're
Napoleon Bonaparte.

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

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

You show me Regan's double...

same face, same
voice, everything...

and I'd know it wasn't Regan.

I'd know in my gut.

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

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

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

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

You tell me that.

Did Regan know a priest
was coming over?

No.

Did you know my
mother d*ed recently?

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

Is Regan aware of it?

Not at all.

Why do you ask?

It's not important. Good night.

Hello?

- Here, take it and just don't...
- Okay..

Hello, Daddy?

This is me.

- What should I say? I don't know.
- Just talk to your daddy.

- Anything you want.
- All right...

Tell him what you've
been doing and

how you're feeling and like that.

Well, you see...

I mean, I hope you can hear
me. Can you hear me okay?

- Well, let me see.
- He's not gonna answer you.

Ha-ha-ha.

Go on. Talk to your daddy, honey.

I don't know what to say, though.

Well, let's see. First we... No.

- Wait. I don't know.
- Come on, Regan.

- Tell him about Washington.
- Okay.

See, we're in Washington
now, Daddy, and...

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

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

for this is my body."

When the supper was
ended, he took the cup.

Again he gave you
thanks and praise.

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

all of you, and drink from it.

This is the cup of my blood.

The blood of the new
and everlasting

covenant, the mystery of faith."

[IN DEMONIC VOICE] What an
excellent day for an exorcism.

You'd like that?

Intensely.

But wouldn't that drive
you out of Regan?

It would bring us together.

You and Regan?

You and us.

- Did you do that?
- Huh.

- Do it again.
- In time.

No, now.

In time.

Mirabile dictu, don't you agree?

You speak Latin?

[BOTH SPEAKING IN LATIN]

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

[SPEAKS IN LATIN]

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

How long are you planning
to stay in Regan?

Until she rots and lies
stinking in the earth.

What's that?

Holy water.

You keep it away.

It burns.

Oh, it burns.

[SPEAKING GIBBERISH]

[CONTINUES SPEAKING GIBBERISH]

Who are you?

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

No, I'm just exhausted from work.

She's... She's all right.

She's just a little...

I don't want to talk
about it, okay?

Okay, I'll talk to
you. I'll call you

as soon as it's over, all right?

No, I just... I'm really... I'm
going through something...

and I just have to...

No, no. No, no.

There's nothing.

Hey, thanks a lot.

Bye, now.

- Want a drink?
- Please.

What do you drink?

Scotch.

- Ice, water.
- Okay.

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

- No, I'll take it straight.
- It's fine.

No, please, sit.

- Really? You sure?
- Yeah, sit.

Where's her father?

In Europe.

Have you told him
what's happening?

No.

Well, I think you should.

I told Regan that was
holy water. I sprinkled

it on her and she
reacted very violently.

It's tap water.

What's the difference?

Holy water's blessed.
And that doesn't

help support a case
for possession.

She k*lled Burke Dennings.

What?

She k*lled Burke Dennings.

She pushed him out her window.

Who are you?

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

What do you mean?

It's English in reverse. Listen.

Give us time.

Let her die.

DEMONIC VOICE [ON RECORDER]:
I am no one. I am no one.

Fear the priest.

Fear the priest.

Merrin.

I am no one.

Merrin. Fear the priest.

Merrin.

Yeah?

I'll be right there.

I don't want Chris to see this.

Well, what's wrong? What is it?

You're convinced
that it's genuine?

I don't know.

No, not really, I suppose.

But I have made...

a prudent judgement
that it meets the

conditions set down in The Ritual.

You would want to do
the exorcism yourself?

Yes.

Might be best to have a
man with experience.

Maybe someone who's spent
time in foreign missions.

I understand, Your Excellency.

Let's see who's around.

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

Thank you, Your Excellency.

Well, he does know the background.

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

There should be a
psychiatrist present, anyway.

What about the exorcist?

Have you any ideas?

How about Lankester Merrin?

Merrin?

I had a notion he was in Iraq.

I read he was working
on a dig near Nineveh.

You're right, but he's finished.

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

What's he doing there, teaching?

He's working on another book.

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

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

Mm.

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

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

The exorcism supposedly
lasted months.

I heard it damn near k*lled him.

Father?

- You're Mrs. MacNeil?
- Yes.

I'm Father Merrin.

- Come in.
- Thank you.

- Is Father Karras here?
- Yes.

- He's here already.
- Father?

Father Karras.

It's an honour to
meet you, Father.

- Are you very tired?
- No.

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

and gather up a
cassock for myself...

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

and...

your copy of The Roman
Ritual. The large one.

I believe we should begin.

Do you want to hear the
background of the case first?

Why?

This is yours to do
with as you please.

You can choose to
escape, if you want,

but you may never
be able to return.

Don't let anyone decide for you.

Hail Mary, full of grace...

- Excuse me.
- Thank you.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Would you like some
brandy in that, Father?

Well, the doctors say I shouldn't.

But thank God...

my will is weak.

Especially important
is the warning to

avoid conversations
with the demon.

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

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

He will lie to confuse us.

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

to att*ck us.

The att*ck is
psychological, Damien.

And powerful.

So don't listen.

Remember that. Do not listen.

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

on the different personalities
Regan has manifested.

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

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

What is your daughter's
middle name, Mrs. MacNeil?

Teresa.

What a lovely name.

[IN DEMONIC VOICE] Stick
your cock up her ass...

you m*therf*cking
worthless cocksucker.

Be silent.

Our Father, who art in heaven...

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done...

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

Forgive us our trespasses...

as we forgive those who
trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation.

But deliver us from the evil one.

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

Proud men have risen
up against me,

and men of v*olence
seek my life...

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

In every need, he
has delivered me.

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

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

Save your servant.

Who places her trust
in thee, my God.

Be unto her, O Lord,
a fortified tower.

In the face of the enemy...

Let the enemy have
no power over her.

Son of Iniquity be
powerless to harm her.

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

The Lord be with you.

- And also with you.
- Let us pray.

Holy Lord, almighty Father...

everlasting God...

and Father of our
Lord, Jesus Christ...

who, once and for
all, consigned that

fallen tyrant to the
flames of hell...

who sent your only
begotten son into the

world to crush that
roaring lion...

hasten to our call for help...

and snatch from ruination and from

the clutches of the
noonday devil...

this human being, made in
your image and likeness.

Strike terror, Lord,
into the beast

now laying waste to your vineyard.

Let your mighty hand
cast him out of

your servant, Regan
Teresa MacNeil...

so he may no longer hold
c*ptive this person...

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

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

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

- Amen.
- O Lord, hear my prayer.

Father Karras.

Father Karras.

Damien. The response,
please, Damien.

And let my cry come unto thee.

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

God and Lord of all creation...

who gave to your holy apostles...

the power to tramp underfoot
serpents and scorpions.

Grant me...

your unworthy servant...

- pardon for all my sins...
- Bastards.

And the power to confront
this cruel demon.

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

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

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

Father.

I cast you out, unclean spirit.

Shove it up your ass, you f*gg*t.

In the name of our
Lord, Jesus Christ.

It is he who commands you.

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

- f*ck him.
- Be gone...

- f*ck him, Karras.
- From this creature of God.

Be gone.

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

and the Holy Spirit.

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

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

Damien.

Amen.

God, defender of the human race...

look down in pity...

You k*lled your mother. You
left her alone to die.

- Shut up.
- She'll never forgive you.

- Shut up.
- Bastard.

I command you...

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

to depart from this
servant of God.

It's the power... Holy water.

It's the power of Christ
that compels you.

- The power of Christ compels you.
- The power of Christ compels you.

- The power of Christ compels you.
- The power of Christ compels you.

- The power of Christ compels you.
- The power of Christ compels you.

- The power of Christ compels you.
- The power of Christ compels you.

- The power of Christ compels you.
- The power of Christ compels you.

- The power of Christ compels you.
- The power of Christ compels you.

- The power of Christ compels you.
- The power of Christ compels you.

- The power of Christ compels you.
- The power of Christ compels you.

- The power of Christ compels you.
- The power of Christ compels you.

- The power of Christ compels you.
- The power of Christ compels you.

- The power of Christ compels you.
- The power of Christ compels you.

- The power of Christ compels you.
- The power of Christ compels you.

- The power of Christ compels you.
- The power of Christ compels you.

- The power of Christ compels you.
- The power of Christ compels you.

He brought you low by his
blood-stained cross.

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

It is God himself
who commands you.

The majestic Christ
who commands you.

God, the Father, commands you.

God, the Son, commands you.

God, the Holy Spirit,
commands you.

The mystery of the
cross commands you.

The blood of the
martyrs commands you.

Give way to Christ, you
prince of murderers.

You're guilty before almighty God.

Guilty before his son.

Guilty before the
whole human race.

It is the Lord who expels you...

he who is coming to
judge both the living

and the dead and the
world, by fire.

Are you tired?

Let's rest before we start again.

Why this girl? It
doesn't make sense.

I think the point is
to make us despair.

To see ourselves as...

animal and ugly.

To reject the possibility
that God could love us.

Will you excuse me, Damien?

Why? Why?

No. No.

[AS KARRAS' MOTHER] Dimmy,
why you do this to me?

Please, Dimmy. I'm afraid.

You're not my mother.

Dimmy, please.

What is it?

Her heart.

Can you give her something?

She'll go into a coma.

[SPEAKING IN GREEK]

You're not my mother.

Don't listen.

Why, Dimmy?

Damien.

- Dimmy, please.
- Damien.

Get out.

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

Is it over?

Is she gonna die?

No.

[GIGGLING IN DEMONIC VOICE]

You son of a bitch.

Take me.

Come into me.

g*dd*mn you, take me.

Take me.

No.

Mother.

Mother.

Mother.

Did somebody fall?

- The steps.
- Help.

Mother.

Mother.

Rags?

Do you want to make
your confession?

Are you sorry for...?

Are you sorry for
having offended God

and for all the sins
of your past life?

[SPEAKING IN LATIN]

- Where do you want this?
- What?

Phonograph.

Storage.

That's everything.

I'm gonna miss you.

Same here.

Sure you won't change your mind?

I found this in her room.

You better hurry.

Come on, honey, we
have to get going.

She doesn't remember any of it.

That's good.

- All done.
- Okay.

Honey, this is Father Dyer.

- Hi, Father.
- Hello.

Ready, missus.

- Goodbye, Father.
- Goodbye.

I'll call you.

Bye.

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

I hope so too.

Father Dyer?

I thought you'd like to keep this.

Why don't you keep it?

Lieutenant.

You just missed them.

How's the girl?

She seemed fine.

That's important.

Well, well...

back to business, back to work.

- Goodbye, Father.
- Goodbye.

Father Dyer...

do you go to films?

Sure.

Well, I got passes.

In fact, I got a pass to
the Crest tomorrow night.

Would you like to go?

- What's playing?
- Wuthering Heights.

Who's in it?

Heathcliff, Jackie
Gleason, and in the

role of Catherine
Earnshaw, Lucille Ball.

I've seen it.

Another one.

- Had your lunch?
- No.