Cut Above the Rite Page #6
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So go now, lock me up.
Go now. Lock me up!
[IN ITALIAN] I think Father Xavier
has left for the day.
[IN ITALIAN] Please. It's very urgent.
for the weekend.
What's his cell number?
XAVIER [IN ITALIAN ON RECORDING]:
Hello, this is Father Xavier.
I am currently unavailable.
Leave a message after the tone.
[BEEPS]
MICHAEL:
This is Michael Kovak. There'sa serious problem with Father Lucas.
Contact me. I'm going to his house.
[CAT SCREECHES]
LUCAS [IN DEMONIC VOICE]:
He belongs to me now.
Michael.
What was that?
What?
ANGELINA:
I don't know.[SINGING] Lover of my soul
Let me to thy bosom fly
When the nearer--
[FLOOR CREAKS]
Father?
I'm afraid he's out.
Come in, please.
Ah.
So shall we begin?
In time, Father.
LUCAS:
I told you, he's not here.MICHAEL:
Then who are you?LUCAS:
I'm just an old friend.MICHAEL:
"Friend"?-Yeah.
MICHAEL:
I'm not sure I follow you.Oh, you follow me, Michael.
Did you enjoy our gift,
the one we hung on your door?
You following me now...
...Michael?
Close the door, please.
We don't want to be disturbed, do we?
Your father says to say hello,
by the way.
Hell-o.
You don't know my father.
Oh, he says he enjoyed
his final little chat with you.
I'm guessing you didn't enjoy it
as much.
-You're a liar.
-Yes, that's what they all tell me.
Your father died at 4:20 p.m...
...in the same miserable hospital
...or passed away, as they say.
And his last conscious moments...
...were full of panic and full of terror.
Alone in that house of the dead
with no family to hold his hand...
...no loved ones to kiss him goodbye.
Because you deserted him, Michael...
...and this caused him great pain,
you know, in the end.
You hurt him most.
And all for God.
Are you reading my mind?
[LAUGHS]
Yes. No.
Maybe. No. Yes. Perhaps.
-Are you reading mine?
-What am I thinking now?
Oh, you're so tedious,
you little piece of mouse sh*t.
Do you think I'm afraid of you?
You couldn't even stand up to your father,
could you? Your daddy, your mommy.
-Mikey, Mikey, Mikey!
-Stand back!
-You don't command me.
-No, God does.
Oh, God does. Is that so? Wow, cool.
Awesome. Whatever, dude.
You and your puking truth!
You are nothing! You know nothing!
Doubter!
[IN DEMONIC VOICE]
Cherish your doubts, Michael.
Jesus, lover of my soul.
This is lovely, isn't it?
Oh, I will never leave you. I will never.
So please, Mr. Preacher Man, please,
Mr. Priest, pray for God to help me.
Me, I'm just a poor little Welshman.
All dressed up for the carnival, Mommy.
God is not here, priest.
[YELLING]
Oh, God, help me!
God help me!
God help me!
God help me!
[IN NORMAL VOICE] Michael...
...what's happening to me?
-Oh, God help me.
-Father.
LUCAS:
Tie me up. Tie me up.Angelina!
Angelina!
Angelina!
Help me.
Now!
-Now what?
-I don't know.
-Maybe we should wait for Father Xavier.
-We can't keep him tied up till Monday.
[GROWLING]
If you don't wanna do this,
I'll understand.
No.
This is what I asked to see.
MICHAEL [IN VOICE-OVER]: In the name
of the Father, and of the Son...
...and of the Holy Spirit,
bless this, your servant.
Keep her safe from harm,
protect her from evil. Amen.
ANGELINA:
Amen.[IN DEMONIC VOICE] Amen.
Just repeat what I say.
LUCAS:
Just repeat what he says, honey.MICHAEL:
Lord, have mercy.-Have mercy.
LUCAS:
Unbeliever.-Christ, have mercy.
-Have mercy.
LUCAS:
Doubter!MICHAEL:
Lord, have mercy.-Lord, have mercy.
Hell has no mercy!
I took the priest, I'll take you.
MICHAEL:
Let us pray."Save this man, Lucas Trevant,
your servant.
LUCAS:
I'm no servant.-Because he hopes in you, God.
-Hope is dead!
Let the enemy have no victory
over him. Lord, hear us.
Lord, hear us.
He can't hear you, he's not here.
God is dead!
Drive out, O Lord,
the power of the devil.
LUCAS:
Hey, Angie, has he done it to you yet?
That's what he wants.
That's what you want too, right?
MICHAEL:
--be protected and safeguardedin body and soul.
Hey, Mikey, I think she likes you.
Nice titties, yeah?
MICHAEL:
I invoke your holy nameand humbly request...
-...that you snatch from this demon...
-Pokey hokey, pocus holy....
-...this man who was created in--
-Created in sin.
-Who was created in your likeness.
-In your likeness of sin and filth.
In the name of your Lord,
Jesus Christ, your son.
-Climb up on my knees, sonny boy.
MICHAEL:
Amen.LUCAS:
Amen.Amen.
MICHAEL:
By the mysteries of the incarnation...
...the suffering, the death and resurrection
and ascension of our Lord, Jesus Christ...
...I command you.
By some sign, give me your name."
Your name, demon.
Your name, demon.
Tell me your name!
[WHEEZING]
[IN HUNGARIAN]
My love.
My flower.
My beautiful.
[SPEAKING IN HUNGARIAN]
[SPEAKING IN HUNGARIAN]
Hey, Daddy's calling from hell.
[LUCAS CACKLING DEMONICALLY]
ANGELINA:
Michael.Michael.
What happened?
I can't do it.
It's more than just saying the words.
You've seen him.
What's not to believe in?
Me.
Don't you understand?
Then why are you here?
Something brought you here, Michael.
All the decisions you made.
You left your home, your father.
You came here.
It all led to this.
It's fate.
You're not alone.
What did you just say?
You're not alone.
LUCAS [IN DEMONIC VOICE]: Michael.
Father.
Give up.
You don't have the strength.
You don't have the faith.
Just pray, Michael.
[MICHAEL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
Well, hello, Angie.
MICHAEL:
--and the Holy Spirit. Amen.May I ask you a question?
When was the last time
you saw your brother?
MICHAEL:
--thy will be done on earthas it is in heaven.
You little slut.
Don't listen.
Oh, don't listen. But isn't that
what you did, Angie?
Not listen to him? Your little brother.
Leaving him to rot away in that stinking
booby hatch, turning your back on him...
...when he was being strangled
by his own screams.
Do you remember that, Angie?
Do you remember?
You will never forget.
So we do what we do with him now.
He's living in the land of misery
and dread, thanks to big sister.
Oh, why the tears, sweetie pie?
I thought you wanted the truth.
Like laughing boy here.
He just lives for the truth.
Isn't that so, Mikey?
Just leave her alone.
You think I don't know all your festering
secrets? Your nickel-and-dime sins?
You were ashamed of your father,
he was ashamed of you.
You hated him, he hated you back.
It was a charming family.
How could God possibly love you
when your daddy didn't? Hm?
No. You were never
meant for God, Michael.
You were always meant for me, honey.
Enough!
Oopsie-daisy.
Close to home.
And that was no squeaky angel
your mother saw all those years ago.
No.
'Twas I.
You chose me long, long ago...
...when you were just an itsy-bitsy
little boy pooping in his pants.
Remember, Michael.
You remember, Michael?
Remember when you bent that cross?
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