Deliver Us from Evil Page #4

Do you mind if I stay for a

bit, take a look at these?

(SIGHING)

(SCRATCHING ON WOOD)

(SCRATCHING CONTINUES)

(SCRATCHING CONTINUES AGAIN)

(STATIC)

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

(CLICKING SOUND)

(STATIC)

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

(CLICKING CONTINUES)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(CLOCK CHIMING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(TICKING STOPS)

(SNARLING)

(PANTING)

Sh*t.

(JIMMY PANTING)

JIMMY:
Jesus, what's that smell?

(JIMMY PANTING)

Come on. Oh, no.

No. (WINGS FLUTTERING)

What is that?

What the f*** is that?

What the... Aah!

Sh*t!

(JIMMY SCREAMING)

(BATS SHRIEKING)

Mick! Mick!

Holy sh*t!

F***ing bats, man!

Oh, my God!

Come on, let's get

the f*** out of here!

Mick, let's go!

The f*** are you doing?

Holy sh*t.

Oh, my God.

Mick?

What is it? What is that?

(SCRUBBING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Ralph Sarchie, 46 precinct.

I'm meeting someone here.

No one called me about it.

You a doctor?

I'm the supervising physician.

And the receptionist,

it looks like.

I'm here to talk to Jane Crenna.

Sorry, but that patient

is heavily medicated.

It's all right, Doctor.

He's with me.

Hey, Father. Thanks for coming.

(CLEARING THROAT)

All right, 10 minutes

unless the patient is upset or

interfered with in any way.

Thank you, Doctor. This way.

(LOCK BUZZING)

(DOOR CLOSING) (LOCKS CLICKING)

What is this place?

The isolation floor.

Maximum security.

Upstairs is for the disturbed.

Down here is for the

dangerous and the deranged.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Jane?

You got a visitor.

HeHo, Jane.

Do you remember me?

(BREATHING HOARSELY)

Do you know a man named Santino?

(MOANING)

Mick. (HISSING)

That's right, Mick.

Mick Santino.

Why'd you go visit him at the zoo?

(GASPS)

(STAMMERING) Message.

He had a message for you?

(WHIMPERING)

Jane, what was the message

Santino had for you?

(JANE BREATHING HOARSELY)

(JANE SPEAKING LATIN)

You speak Latin, huh?

What do you think of this?

(JANE STOPS SPEAKING)

(GASPS)

Let go of my arm, Jane.

(PANTING)

Let go of my goddamn arm!

(SCREAMING)

Hey! (SCREAMING)

(PRAYING IN LATIN)

(PANTING)

RALPH:
Sh*t.

(JANE GROANING)

Marvin.

(RALPH GASPING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Are you all right?

Gonna need a f***ing HIV test.

I told you not to upset her!

Upset her?

Look at my f***ing arm!

Yeah, I'm on the phone

with your precinct!

I'm about to talk

to your Captain!

Yeah. Tell him I said hello.

You're okay.

Calm down. Calm down.

You dropped this.

What's this writing mean?

Let's go get a drink.

MENDOZA:
What about

this third photograph?

Where did you

uncover the writing?

RALPH:
Inside the lion

habitat at the zoo.

I went back there this morning.

MENDOZA:
These are messages

to the spirits of Babylon.

The images are Persian pictographs,

but the words are in Latin.

Persian and Latin?

Yeah. That's not odd in itself.

That mixture has been around

since before the time of Christ

when the Romans

occupied the Middle East.

But the Latin here refers to

providing a "gateway" or "portal."

(THE DOORS' MUSIC

PLAYING ON JUKEBOX)

So these messages, they're

references to doors?

Yes.

There must be aninvaon

that opens a doorway

before an evil entity

can slip into our world.

Some people invite it themselves

by dabbling in the occult.

Others are just victims

of a Curse, like this.

The message here provides a

point of entry for the demonic.

Here you go, guys. Hmm.

So you're not

all pedophiles, huh?

Any other stereotypes you

want to hit while I'm here?

I've met a lot of priests.

You don't seem the type.

And I've known a lot of cops,

and you're exactly the type.

(SCOFFS)

Seriously, why the priesthood?

I had a drug problem

when I was younger.

Bad one.

One morning, I woke up naked

in a pool of my own urine

in the middle of Kenmore Square

with a dirty needle of speedball

still sticking out of my arm.

I had a choice, to live or die.

It always comes

down to a choice.

I chose God.

I got sober through Narcotics

Anonymous and joined the priesthood.

You're sober but

you drink and smoke?

I'm NA, not AA.

These get me by.

They might kill me slowly,

but they won't kill me fast.

Not like heroin.

What about you?

When did you outgrow God?

When I was 12.

Some meth-head frying his brains

out broke into our house.

He was in the same room as

my mom who was sleeping.

You know what stopped him?

God didn't stop him. I did.

With a baseball bat.

You see, Father,

as we speak, every day, out

there, someone's getting hurt,

ripped off, murdered, raped.

Where's God when all

that's happening? Hmm?

In the hearts of people like

you, who put a stop to it.

I mean, we can talk all night

about the problem of evil,

but what about

the problem of good?

I mean, if there's no God,

if the world is just

"survival of the fittest,"

then why are all

the men in this room

willing to lay down their

lives for total strangers?

Hmm?

I brought something

for you to hear.

My first year in the priesthood,

I met a young single

mother named Claudia.

She was brand-new in NA.

She had grown up

Catholic in Venezuela

and was convinced that there was

an evil presence in her home

here in the Bronx.

As her priest, I began a ritual

cleansing of the apartment,

notbecausel believed

that she was right,

but because I thought it

might put her mind atease.

What happened

during that cleansing

changed me forever.

It was actually

the event that started me

down the path to

becoming this sort of...

Specialist.

(CHUCKUNG)

Exactly. Specialist.

I now believe there was an evil

presence in Claudia's house,

because I watched it try to take

possession of her daughter.

You'll hear three

Voices on the recording.

One belongs to me,

one belongs to Claudia,

and one of the Voices is coming

from a five-year-old girl.

GIRL:
Mommy?

(MENDOZA PRAYING IN LATIN)

Mommy? I want to make them...

Just please make it stop!

I don't like this!

Please, Mommy! (C RYING)

(CLAUDIA SPEAKING SPANISH)

GIRL:
(ALTERED VOICE)

Stop it, Priest.

(MENDOZA PRAYING IN LATIN)

(GIRL CRYING)

(GIRL BREATHING HOARSELY)

(CLAUDIA SPEAKING SPANISH)

(GIRL GROANING)

(GIRL SHRIEKING)

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

(MUSIC PLAYING IN BAR)

(CLEARING THROAT)

Eventually, it retreated.

It let the girl go.

And from that moment on, I devoted

myself to the study of demonology.

Every culture, every religion since

humans dropped out of the trees

has practiced exorcism.

Most of them are bullshit.

It's true.

But maybe 10, 15% just aren't.

Besides superhuman strength,

each possessed person

used an altered voice

and had clairvoyant powers.

They knew things they

could not have known.

So, tell me,

Who's Marvin?

What?

Marvin.

The name Jane mentioned to you.

Perhaps another time.

You play pool?

Sure.

MENDOZA:
You know,

I think it's no accident

that you're the man who

discovered these messages.

You seem to either

be attracting evil,

or you're uniquely

able to detect it.

Even if you don't understand it.

Tell me something.

Do you sense when something bad

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