The Exorcist III: Legion Page #4

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That man in the isolation tank,

you know, the one you looked in on?

You know, the one you looked in on. Uh...

Well, the police brought him in here

15 years ago.

They picked him up

wandering the C&O Canal.

Down around Key Bridge.

Uh... Yes.

Total amnesia.

The man in the isolation tank...

you know, the one you looked in on...

The police brought him

in here 15 years ago.

They picked him up

wandering the C&O Canal.

Down around Key...

You had something to tell me?

Please, sit down.

There's a paper drive?

Haven't had a chance yet to read them.

I just keep them till I do.

I hate to miss the science articles.

They're good.

That man in the isolation tank...

you know, the one you looked in on?

Yes.

The police brought him

in here 15 years ago.

They picked him up wandering

the C&O Canal around Key Bridge.

Total amnesia. No ID.

They brought him to us here.

And his condition grew worse.

He ended up catatonic.

Completely withdrawn. But recently...

Well...

about six weeks ago,

he slowly started to come out of it.

Every day, he got better.

Just a little, but better.

And then all of a sudden, he got violent.

Really bad news.

We've been giving him electroshock therapy.

And as of two weeks ago,

he's been in isolation.

But the thing is, lieutenant...

Yes?

He says he's the Gemini Killer.

I want the file on that man.

Get it. NOW!

You wanted to know

about the man in Cell 11.

Stretch your memory.

What was he wearing

when they brought him in? Do you recall?

That was quite some time ago.

Was he dressed like a priest?

Like a priest? KINDERMAN: Were

there any signs of injuries?

Blood? Lacerations?

That would be in the file.

It is not in the file! It is not!

Two men on every ward.

Rotate them 24 hours a day.

Mm-hm.

In the disturbed ward, one man inside

near the entry door, one man outside.

Ask the Jesuits of Georgetown for the dental

records of Father Damien Karras.

Find out if he ever had a saliva test. Might

help us get a positive identification.

What for, sir?

Sir, are you all right?

IV team to NICU. IV team to NICU.

Whew.

You all right?

Yeah.

Father Karras...

was a Jesuit psychiatrist

at Georgetown University.

The man was a saint.

He was my best friend. I loved him.

Fifteen years ago he jumped

or was pushed to his death...

down that long flight of steps

next to the Car Barn.

Atkins...

I saw it.

I watched him...

die.

I think...

the man in Cell 11...

is Damien Karras.

It's a wonderful life.

Who are you?

I am no one.

Many.

Are you Damien Karras?

Ah, you haven't any medical records

for him, have you?

No tedious fingerprints.

Are you Karras?

I am the Gemini Killer, James Venamun.

The Gemini is dead.

No, not quite.

Remember Karen?

Little ribbons in her hair? Yellow ribbons.

I killed her.

Well, after all, it

was inevitable, wasn't it?

"A divinity shapes our ends," and all that.

I picked her up in Richmond.

And then I dropped her

off at the city dump.

Some of her. Some of her I kept.

I'm a saver.

Pretty dress she was wearing.

Little peasant blouse, pink...

and white ruffles.

I still hear from her

occasionally, screaming.

I think the dead should shut up

unless there's something to say.

I also killed the black boy, by the river.

And the priests.

Oh, yes, their names began with a K.

That little modicum, at least,

I was able to insist upon.

You see, they were off my beaten track.

I kill at random.

That's the thrill of it.

No motive. That's the fun.

The black boy and the priests

were different.

I was obliged to settle a score

on behalf of...

well...

a friend.

What friend?

A friend over there.

On the other side, one needs friends.

There is suffering over there.

They can be cruel.

Who is "they"?

Never mind. I cannot tell you. It's...

forbidden.

I do that rather well, don't you think?

Well, why not? After all...

I've been taught by the master.

Who is that?

The one.

There is only one.

Incidentally,

who's this Damien you mentioned?

Don't you know?

I know nothing...

except I must go on killing Daddy.

I must shame him.

Are they calling these

Gemini killings in the papers?

You must get them to do that, lieutenant.

It's important.

The Gemini is dead.

No, I am not! I'm alive!

I go on! I breathe! Look at me!

Look at me and tell me what you see.

I see a man who looks like Damien Karras.

If you looked with the eyes of faith...

you'd see me.

What the hell are you talking about?

Your blindness.

Tell the press that I am the Gemini,

lieutenant, or I will punish you.

Punish me?

Yes.

What are you talking about?

Do you dance?

What do you mean?

I like plays.

The good ones. Shakespeare.

I like Titus Andronicus the best.

It's sweet.

Incidentally...

did you know

that you are talking to an artist?

I sometimes do special

things to my victims.

Things that are creative.

Of course, it takes knowledge,

pride in your work.

For example:

A decapitated head can continue to see...

for approximately 20 seconds.

So when I have one that's cocking...

I always hold it up

so that it can see its body.

It's a little extra I throw in

for no added charge.

I must admit,

it makes me chuckle every time.

Life is fun.

It's a wonderful life, in fact...

for some.

It's too bad about poor Father Dyer.

I killed him, you know.

An interesting problem,

but finally it worked.

First, a bit of the old succinylcholine...

to permit one to work without,

uh, annoying distractions.

Then a 3-foot catheter...

threaded directly

into the inferior vena cava...

or the superior vena cava.

It's a matter of taste, I think, don't you?

Then the tube moves through the vein...

under the crease of the arm into the vein

that leads directly into the heart.

And then you just hold up the legs

and you squeeze the blood manually...

into the tube

from the arms and the legs.

There's a little shaking and pounding

at the end for the dregs. It isn't perfect.

There's a little blood left, I'm afraid.

But regardless...

the overall effect is astonishing.

And isn't that really

what counts in the end?

Yes, of course.

Good show biz, lieutenant. The effect.

And then...

off comes the head

without spilling one single drop of blood.

Now, I call that Showmanship, lieutenant.

Then, of course, no one notices.

Pearls before.

Oh, a few boos from the gallery, I see.

That's all right. I understand.

I've been dull.

Well, I shall liven things up

for you a bit, lieutenant.

The master is throwing me a scrap

from his table.

A little reward for faithful service.

Something fun.

Something random, something my way.

Good night, moon. Good night, air.

Good night, Amy.

Telling her beads.

Her beads.

He passed out.

Again?

My God, he's hemorrhaging.

The man in that cell...

knows the details of a murder of a girl

named Karen that happened years ago.

And this?

It was a Gemini killing

that never appeared in the papers.

His goddamn nose is broken!

When I told you that the man in Cell 11

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