Exeter a.k.a. Backmask Page #3

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- Wait, wait, wait...

Sir. You have no probable cause

to be here right now.

- You said something?

- No!

F*** this chasseresse.

There's really nothing up there

you want to see.

- Who is he?

- No, no, no...

Come out and play.

Party time.

Hello.

What the sh*t is this?

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

- What's he doing?

- Rory.

Oh god!

F*** this sh*t!

Go, go go...

My God, my God, my God...

Oh my god!

Did you see that?

Yeah I'm f***ing wearing

his f*** head!

Stop it!

Oh sh*t!

Holy f***!

- Oh my go! What the f***!

- What do I do! What do I do!

Oh... my... God...!

What the f***!

What the f***!

Oh my God!

Oh my god.

Is that Conway?

F***!

- What the f*** happened?

- He jumped!

Is he alive?

No pulse.

Sh*t!

- Who are you calling?

- I'm calling the cops!!

- He's dead!

- Stop!

You can't just call the police.

Oh sh*t! what the f*** is that?

What is that?

No, dude. I'm on probation man.

I can't do this sh*t.

- This is on you man.

- Your the one who killed him, man!

You're the one who brought him out when

your psycho brother killed Greer!

Rory's possessed!

You asso!

Don't you touch me!

Don't you.

Hey, you guys are starting to freak me out.

So shut the f*** up!

You guys!

We have to clean this stuff up.

Alright, we got 2 options.

We hide him or

we're going to jail.

Oh...

My god...

F***!

F***!

I got to go.

I got to go get help..

Nobody leaves.

Nobody leaves.

Don't f***ing touch me.

Look, just... uh.

What do we need to do here, okay ?

Oh my god.

Who wants to spend the next decade

getting fist on B block, huh?

So let's get rid of him.

- I think it's best if we just bury him okay?

- No.

- Or we burn the place.

- F*** yeah, let's torch it.

- We're not torching sh*t.

- Shut up!

Here is what we're gonna do.

We take out their teeth.

We saw them into manageable pieces,

Melt them down in acid.

Grind the remaining into a fine paste.

Pour that sh*t in jam jars and

then we're going to

disperse them in dumpsters all over town.

Any questions? Concerns?

Where are we going to get jam jars.

We are not dismembering a priest.

- If they're identified, we're f*** Patrick.

- Who cares if they're identified?

We wiped our prints.

Grab our sh*t and we bail.

I'm going to fix this, okay.

I promise you, Rory.

I will fix this. Okay.

I promise.

Jesus,

Patrick.

- What are you doing?

- Come on.

Look at that.

All one drawer for just one patient.

Devon Ryer.

Age 14,

born addicted.

Parents unknown.

Escaped several institutions.

Created by Father Charles Conway.

Let me see that.

Patient displays extreme

violent behavior, pathological liar.

sociopathic tendencies,

does not respond to treatment.

This is the patient that went berserk.

I thought that was just a rumor.

Maybe. Whatever happened

to this kid is happening to Rory.

- There's a tape.

- Here.

This was nothing like the symptoms

of withdrawal.

Davon exhibited extraordinary abilities.

to manipulate people vicariously into

erratic and sometimes violent behavior.

Gavin, you have to talk sometime.

or maybe you rather go back ...

Devon's f***ing freak out...

Gavin!

We then restrained and confined Davon.

But this only seemed to

intensify these abilities.

Play it backwards.

This place will burn!

You hear that?

Who is doing this?

Someone lock the doors.

Guys, come on!

- We are locked in!

- What?

What the f*** are you talking about?

- It's not opening.

- Oh my god.

Try the front doors.

F***!

Jesus,

Knowles.

- The whole place is on one system.

- You work here.

- So?

- You have a key.

- And why would I lock us in here?

- Open the door, Patrick.

Open the door!

Open the f***ing door!

- I didn't do it!

- Brad stop!

Rory?

What...

the...

- Sh*t. He's gone.

- Damn it.

Rory!

Rory.

Rory?

Stay back.

Christ sakes.

What is this?

You hold him down.

I'll medicate him.

He's possessed.

Are you seriously

that f***ing stupid, man.

You didn't see his face.

Oh, come on. There's no such thing

as possession. Okay.

That's just something that Catholics made up

to keep you guys going back for waffles

This whole religion is one

big f*** up costume party.

There's no God.

There's no Devil.

It's idiots like you believe everything the...

Holy sh*t!

This that a sign of possession?

Okay. So what kind of possession

do you think that is?

What kind?

Because this is saying that

not all possessions are caused by demon.

but also by earth bound spirits.

And this also saying that some of these verify

vicariously behaviors that mimic possession.

This is a Demon.

F***.

How did it get in?

It says either direct invitation or reckless attempts at rituals under

the extreme influence of mind altering substances.

- Oh f***.

- Oops.

Guys, we got to get it out of him.

We can drive a stake

through his heart.

- He's not a Nosferatu , you fucktard!

- Oh my god.

He needs an exorcism, you a**holes!

A f***ing exorcism.

Okay, let's do it!

Are you serious?

Why not? I

found a do-it-yourself site.

- There you have it. [DIY EXORCISM - TEN EASY STEPS]

- Let's do it.

Do you know how insane that is?

Do you have a better idea.

Guys, this could work!

Hey, get matches and bibles, okay.

You get crucifixes.

You get bubble wrap and lighter,

Knowles, you get candles okay?

- Go! Hey, go!

- Remember this way.

Come on, hon.

- Bibles.

- Grab all those.

- Okay.

- Grab all those.

- What's that for?

- Not to shake as brutal.

Guys, I think that this whole

do-it-yourself exorcism guide is a joke.

We have to try.

You'll never pull it off.

You're just a hicktown douche.

Not Father Merrin.

Please choose the menu.

Start incantations now.

The power of Christ...

compels you...

Symptoms such as nausea

and vomiting may occur.

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name.

Your kingdom come..."

Do not let the Demon intimidate you.

The power of Christ compels you!

In the likely event

of an actual levitation.

A vigorous application of

holy water is recommended.

Do not attempt without consulting

a professional priest first.

What are you doing?

Spiked mush mallow, my friend.

Hey, hey.

Just one.

F*** you.

F*** you.

Hey buddy.

I got you some chow.

Open wide.

Come on.

Here you go.

Eat it.

See the f***ing thing.

Eat-

Eat it!

Don't be a p*ssy.

Eat the f***ing thing. Eat it.

F*** me!

Oh...God.

Are you ready?

What if we use holy water?

Huh.

Sh*t!

- I forgot about that.

- I got a bottle of water.

- It's gonna know, okay.

- I can put it in a cup.

- It's got to be blessed by a priest.

- Not going to make a difference.

- Not doing this without

the holy water, guys.

- Wait!

We got a priest down there.

Can we dip his finger in it?

Like a tea bag...

What the f***, Patrick!

Make a hole.

- Where're you going?

- You got something!

He is alive.

- He is alive.

- Oh my God!

- He is alive.

- I thought you said he didn't have a pulse!

I can swear he didn't.

Oh my god.

Oh my f***ing god.

- Oh my god.

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