Deliver Us from Evil Page #3

It's okay.

Hey, honey...

I'm sorry. I'm happy. Lam.

I'm so haPPY-

I know.

More time at home.

I understand the hours

you got to work,

but even when you're here,

you're not here.

IgetH.ldo.

I do.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

I love you.

(SIGHING)

(SIGHING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(WATER SLOSHING)

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Hey. Give me another

one of these.

This one's full of static.

I also got that surveillance

video you requested.

Great. Set it up.

Sign it outwith Smith. Okay.

BUTLER:
Hey.

Hey. Zoo clips are

in the comm center.

"Zoo clips"? Sounds like

my favorite porn site.

Let's go. Go ahead.

I'll meet you there.

What can I do for you, Father?

You must be Catholic.

It's the second time

you've called me Father.

I was an altar boy

at Saint Ignatius.

I was raised Catholic.

Past tense.

Yeah, I guess

I outgrew all that.

You outgrew God?

What do you want?

I came to see if you've made any

progress in Jane Crenna's case.

What makes you think

the case is still open?

Well, I went to the zoo

and asked them to let me see the

security camera recordings,

and they told me only the arresting

officers had permission for that.

Why do you want to

see the recordings?

To help me determine

why Jane did it.

I can save you the time.

The reason she hurt her kid is

because she's f***ing crazy,

and now, she's in the loony

bin where she belongs.

Jane Crenna is no lunatic.

You kidding me? I was there.

And I've known her for years.

Well, how do you

explain what she did?

That's not the issue here.

I just want to

see the recordings.

No, you explain to me why

you think she's not crazy.

I believe Jane's problem

to be spiritual in nature.

I knew it. (CHUCKLING)

I've experienced

two types of evil

in this life, Officer Sarchie.

Secondary evil,

the evil that men do.

I'm sure you

know all about that.

I've seen enough.

And primary evil,

which is something

else entirely.

Meaning what?

I'm sure you remember

that in Catholic teaching,

there are very specific signs that

indicate the presence of an evil spirit.

Well, Jane is demonstrating

many of them.

You think she's possessed?

I'm sorry, Padre, but I

think it's ridiculous

to blame invisible fairies

for the bad sh*t people do.

Okay? I've seen

some horrible things

but nothing that can't be

explained by human nature.

Then you haven't seen true evil.

Look, Officer, I'm only here

because Icare about Jane.

So if you see something

strange or inexplicable

on those recordings, please call me.

I need to know.

Okay, Father.

(CLICKING)

RALPH:
What you got?

Military files.

DOD sent them over.

Name is Mick Santino.

Both he and our

wife-beater Jimmy

served in Griggs'

platoon in Iraq.

All three were

dishonorably discharged.

Why?

They attacked

the battalion chaplain.

Chaplain?

Yeah, they cut

him up pretty good.

All three served time

in the brig at Quantico

before the Corps cut them loose.

So does the Corps got a home

address on record for Santino?

Nope, just an old PO box

that's no longer his.

What about Jane Crenna?

That's Griggs' wife.

And the kid she tossed

at the zoo was theirs.

Look at this. It's

Griggs' autopsy report.

RALPH:
Suicide?

Yep. Griggs guzzled two

quarts of paint thinner

with no sign he was forced.

Now, he didn't wrap himself

up in the drop cloth,

and Santino was

the only one down there.

So, Santino watches Griggs kill

himself down in the basement.

Then later watches Griggs'

wife try and kill her own kid?

Yeah.

He's a bad influence.

What's that writing

on the back wall?

BUTLER:
Graffiti? Maybe he was

brought in to paint over it.

Graffiti in a lion's den?

Hmm.

RALPH:
She knew Santino.

So what was she doing there?

RALPH:
Look at him.

It's like nothing ever happened.

(STATIC)

You hear that?

What?

Static.

It's like a bad connecon.

I don't hear anything.

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

You hear that?

Hearwhat, man? There's nothing.

You didn't hear anything?

No static, no other Voices?

Don't get nutty on me, Sarch.

There's no sound here.

These clips are silent.

(INDISTINCT TALK ON RADIO)

(LAUGHING)

You're f***ing with me. I can tell.

You're a bad actor.

That's when I called out to him.

He's about to move

behind the trees.

Son of a b*tch knew

we'd be watching this.

BUTLER:
Jeez.

That is just creepy.

Bullshit.

Is he f***ing

talking to the lion?

(STATIC)

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

Don't tell me you

didn't see that.

Are you okay?

(DOORBELL RINGING)

(DOOR OPENING)

(CHRISTINA PANTING)

We missed you at the game today.

I had something to do.

Mommy took me to Grandma's

house aerschooL

and I got a new stuffed

Angel Owl for my birthday!

And look!

(TOY OWL HOOTING)

(CHRISTINA IMITATING SOUND)

Did she eat too much sugar?

Ma gave her some cupcakes.

"Some"?

Two. It's her birthday, Ralph.

Well, the party's Saturday.

What, your mother couldn't wait?

Why don't you get your butt off my

mother's couch when you say that?

Christina, settle down.

What's wrong?

Still that thing at the zoo?

No. The zoo? Daddy,

Iwanna go to the zoo.

I don't know.

CHRISTINA:
Daddy, look at me.

Daddy? Look at me!

Christina, will you shut up!

What the hell was that?

You never talk to her like that.

Yeah, well,

I'm sorry, Jen! Okay?

Igota gUY

who beats his wife's face in,

in front of their kid,

and the next day he's back home.

All right.

I got a lady who throws

her kid into a ravine.

You want another one? Hmm?

Last week, an alleyway off Buck

Street, first call of the night,

I pull a baby out of

the bottom of a dumpster.

I'm giving it mouth-to-mouth.

It's already dead.

Just a little, tiny,

dead sack in my hands.

All right? There you go.

That's my week.

You didn't tell me.

No. No, I did not.

You want to talk about it now?

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

I walk through

the sewer every night.

I don't want to come home

and do it again with you.

I'll talk to her.

She'll be all right.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Lucinda Tratner?

Yes. I remember you.

My husband's gone. Jimmy

hasn't hurt me again.

Do you know these other two men?

Jimmy served with them in Iraq.

Why do you ask?

Sergeant Griggs is dead.

When was the last time

you saw Mick Santino?

Two weeks ago.

He and Sergeant Griggs, they

started a painting company,

and as a favor to Jimmy,

they came over

and started painting

Jimmy's office.

Can you show me the room?

(FLY BUZZING)

LUCINDA:
My husband, Jimmy,

sometimes he has these fits

where he claws at things.

One night I found

him in the street

clawing at the asphalt.

Sometimes he digs at the floor

so hard, his fingers bleed.

Does he use any drugs?

Mental problems?

Hallucinations? No.

(SOBBING)

I don't know.

He came back broken.

I don't know him anymore.

A few nights ago, he started

to scare me again, and I left.

When I came back the next

morning, he was gone.

I haven't seen him since.

RALPH:
What's on these drives?

Jimmy was a combat videographer.

It's all footage from the war.

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