Regression Page #2

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Just read it again, please.

Last year, my father

started coming into my room.

I've been very confused ever since.

He touches me and

forces me to have sex with him.

I see her.

She's sitting there on the bed.

I'm on top of her, Jesus!

- God no!

- What are you doing to her?

I tied her hands to the

headboard.

You're tying her?

Can you see the rope?

Yeah... Yeah it's a rope.

It's a black rope.

Why is it black? Is it some type of ritual?

Hold on. Hold on. Now he's...

I'm tying her feet!

Wait, wait. You said "he".

Where are you watching this from?

I'm right there,

I'm standing right there by the bed.

- Are you seeing yourself?

- I guess. It has to be me, right?

No, that's somebody else.

Focus on the face.

Why! Then why aren't I stopping it?

What the hell am I doing there!

Somebody you let in,

somebody you must know.

Why aren't I stopping

it! Jesus!

- Angela!

- A face, John. It's someone you know.

I don't know who it is!

It could be anybody!

Who has been in your

house in the last year?

- You know who it is, John...

- Detective...

I guess... I'm holding a camera...

I'm taking pictures!

Hold on just a second...

I see... I think I see.

It's George!

George Nesbitt?

- Okay...

- George Nesbitt?

Hey George!

Hey George.

Hey Bruce. How'd it go with John?

Where you doing?

Where do you think?

My shift is over.

Is there a problem?

Your name came up.

My name?

What'd he say?

You tell me, huh George.

You tell me.

What if I told you I just looked at all the

photos. Would you tell me you did it then?

- We have the photos.

- If you showed me.

Oh I get it...

Wait a minute, no. I'm not sure...

This is all really weird.

Five minutes ago I would have

never believed it. Now I wanna kill you.

- Give me your gun.

- Bruce, take it easy okay.

I am taking it easy.

Give me your gun.

What photos...

Now you don't know what

I'm talking about huh?

- F***!

- Son of a b*tch!

Oh please. Give me a break,

you assaulted him without saying a word.

I would never do that Katie,

and you know that. You know he's lying.

That's enough.

Nesbitt is my client now.

And that whole thing

about the photos,

if you had them, you'd already

have shown them to me, don't you think?

So who's the one lying here, Bruce?

Without saying a word...

Do you hear this bull sh*t, Chief?

We need to talk to the girl.

If she identifies him.

Just hold your horses.

Sometimes I wish I was like you, Bruce.

For me this is all...

Nesbitt was one of our own.

Just remember that, okay.

Take your psychologist.

Thanks Chief.

We're leaving.

You suspected Nesbitt

before John said his name, why?

There was something off about him.

I am a Detective, Professor.

I see. Nevertheless,

But please do not interfere

with my therapy again.

You and your people can ask him

anything you like. But after that...

...it's my turn.

Oh hey. Hello Angela.

My name's Bruce. Bruce Kenner.

Please, have a seat.

We actually met before once

in your father's workshop.

You wouldn't remember,

you were... smaller.

We just want to have a little chat. This is

Professor Raines. He's our psychologist.

Angela, do you want me to stay?

We're just going to ask

you a few questions.

I'm not crazy.

No, of course not.

The reason I'm asking

so many questions is because...

We know there was

someone else in the room.

Your father told us.

But why?

Why did he say that?

I need you to look at

these photos closely.

I don't want to go on

with this.

Angela. These people hurt you.

And they could hurt

someone else.

Your father said something about a ritual?

What's all that about?

Would you like to write it down?

Sometimes that helps.

Alone.

I want to do it alone.

Okay.

She was always sad.

Like she was shutting herself in.

It was in one of our seminars.

...stay away from me

Satan, I have Jesus.

She just started crying all of a sudden.

Then I realized...

It was like, like God

had spoken to me.

I'd prefer to call that intuition,

Reverend.

Call it whatever you want.

But I knew it was her father.

And that it had happened

more than once.

Angela?

These things they did to you?

When they summoned the Devil.

Who else was there with your father?

Could you please tell me?

His name?

You did great.

I'm afraid I don't know

anything about Satanism.

Are you a man of faith?

I'm afraid I'm in no mood

to answer that question.

Agnostic. You want to believe,

but you can't.

Don't worry.

I went through that phase myself.

I got a hold of a copy.

You branded her with an inverted cross.

Now I'm starting to understand

why you came to us.

It wasn't to get over

your wife's death.

It was to desecrate our church.

Well Reverend,

I...

You don't know what I'm talking about.

You don't remember

the insults, or the torture?

Or the excrement or...

Okay John...

Just do us all a favour.

Try.

...as part of a ritual

involving black magic.

One of his accomplices could even belong

to the Hoyer Police Department.

And tonight,

don't miss our special segment...

Wonderful. That's what

I call not causing a panic.

...keep the people of

this city in suspense.

- Hello?

- It's Cleveland, turn on the TV.

Yeah, all right.

What channel?

Yeah. Give me a second.

We used to consider Satanic ritual abuse

something from the middle ages,

or literary fantasy.

But in the last few years,

books like this one have opened our eyes.

They branded his sign

on my back, said that I was his slave.

They made me attend

their ceremonies for 15 years.

One time I even saw

them sacrifice...

Yeah right I'll see you tomorrow.

Maybe it's easier to think people

aren't capable of doing things like this.

It's very sad.

No! No! I don't want to!

Okay, Angela says that

Nesbitt branded this...

...on her stomach with a knife.

John just corroborated it.

That's not all.

Now he remembers something about

a black cat and someone wearing a hood.

You can imagine what

I'm talking about.

Satanic Ritual Abuse.

How long will you detain

George without any proof?

He's a cop, we can detain him

as long as necessary.

Tom. Find this book.

Get everybody a copy.

- Everybody?

- S. Cooper, she was on TV last night.

- Can I make photocopies?

- Just a copy Tom.

We're poor... I had to say it.

Boss, I actually read that book.

But it seemed like a pile of trash to me.

Baby sacrifices and snuff movies? Come on.

The FBI would be

all over something like that.

Really? What do you

know about it?

Have you even

bothered to call the FBI?

No, but...

This case is a little bit more complicated

than taking a stroll

and handing out parking tickets.

We have to be on-point.

No mistakes.

Even if it's just this one time.

What's that mean,

just this one time.

Okay, okay. Enough! Enough!

Go on, get the job done.

I thought this was a quiet town.

Keep thinking of my granddaughters, Jesus.

You don't look too good.

You sleepin'?

I just get the feeling

with this case...

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