The Exorcist III: Legion Page #5

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fell unconscious, you said something.

Really?

Yes, I think you said, "Again?"

Might've done.

Does that mean it's happened before?

Yes, it has.

Many times?

No, not really. It's just been this week.

I think the first time was Sunday.

And again?

The next day.

If you want exact times, it's...

On your chart, yes.

That's right.

Any other times?

Early yesterday morning, before we found.

Yes. That's all right.

I'm very sorry.

When this happens,

does it seem like a normal sleep?

Nothing's normal about that man.

You seem a little pleased about that.

well, it's quite unusual.

His autonomic system slows to a crawl.

His heartbeat, his temperature...

his breathing.

But his brain-wave activity accelerates.

Accelerates?

Okay, keep that on until the weekend.

You're most kind.

I'm a b*tch.

Hmm.

Have you ever told the man in Cell 11

what happened to Father Dyer?

No, of course not.

Might anyone else have told him?

Why would they?

I don't know.

I don't either.

Thanks again, miss.

Why did you hit him?

Take it easy on that hand.

I will.

"Save your servant."

That's just something our friend

in Cell 11 said one time.

"Save your servant"?

Keeps running through my mind.

An odd expression.

What was odd was how he said it.

How was that?

It was just his voice. It was different.

Different how?

He sounded decent. Nice.

Completely different.

And there was so much emotion in his voice.

He sounded...

I don't know. Desperate.

And what else has he said in this voice?

Only one other thing.

And what was that, miss?

He Said, "Kill it."

"Save your servant

who trusts in you, my God.

Let him find in you, Lord, a fortified

tower in the face of the enemy."

The Lord is my light and my salvation.

The Lord is the defender of my life.

My life.

"And Jesus said to the man

who was possessed:

'What is your name?'

And he answered, 'Legion,

for we are many...

Many.

Good night, Daddy.

Good night, Julie.

It's so late.

Yes, it is.

Very late.

God! Can't why I get any sleep?

Aah! Oh!

What the hell do you want?

Sir, I'm very sorry.

Bad enough you wake me up

at half past 5 for breakfast.

Sir, I'm sorry. You're sorry?

I think you do this on purpose.

What's your name? I'm going to report you.

My name is Amy Keating. Good night.

Angels of mercy. Horseshit.

You all right?

Yes, I'm fine. I'm just

a little jumpy. That's all.

Okay.

She was, uh, slit down the middle...

cut open...

and all her vital organs were removed.

Then the killer stuffed her body...

with, uh, other materials

and sewed her back up.

Other materials?

Rosaries. Catholic rosaries.

Lieutenant!

Did you get my message?

I left it with Keating.

Nice girl. Good heart.

Yes. About this body of mine...

Friend of yours.

Well, there I was...

so awfully dead in that electric chair.

I didn't like it. Would you?

It's upsetting.

There was still so much killing to do,

and there I was...

in the void without a body.

But then along came...

well, you know, my friend. One of them.

Those others, there. The cruel ones.

The master.

And he thought

that my work should continue...

but in this body.

In this body in particular, in fact.

Ooh. Let's call it revenge.

A certain matter of an exorcism, I think...

in which your friend Father Karras expelled

certain parties from the body of a child.

Certain parties were not pleased,

to say the least.

To say the very least.

And so my friend, the master...

devised this pretty little scheme

as a way of getting back...

of creating a stumbling

block, a scandal...

a horror to the eyes

of all men who seek faith...

using the body of this saintly priest...

as an instrument of...

Well, you know my work.

But the main thing...

is the torment of your friend

Father Karras...

as he watches while I rip

and cut and mutilate the innocent!

His friends! And again! And again!

And on and on!

He is inside with us!

He will never get away!

His pain won't end!

Oh.

Gracious me. Was I raving?

Please forgive me.

I'm mad.

Let's see...

where was I?

Oh, yes. The master.

He was kind, you see.

He brought me to our mutual acquaintance

Father Karras.

Not too well at the time.

I'm afraid he was, uh...

passing on in the dying mode, as we say.

So...

as Karras was about to slip out

of his body.

Is this true?

The master was slipping me in.

Oh, now, there was some confusion

when the medics said that Karras was dead.

I mean, he was dead, technically speaking.

I mean, his time was up.

He wanted out. But I was in.

A little traumatized, true.

I mean, after all, his brain was jelly.

Lack of oxygen and all that sort of thing.

You understand?

It took a maximum effort...

that at last got me out

of that cheap little coffin.

Vow of poverty, disgusting.

Never mind.

Toward the end, a little slapstick...

and comic relief

when that old Brother Fain...

who was tending the body,

saw me climbing from the coffin.

It's the smiles that keep us going,

don't you think?

The little giggles and bits of good cheer.

But then, after that it was all blue

Mondays for a while, I'm afraid.

So much damage to Karras' brain cells.

So many lost.

It's not enough, you see, to be a spirit.

There's no magic.

In this artificial box

that you call a world...

we cannot touch except through bodies,

you understand?

We must operate through neurologic systems,

brains that function...

and your friend's

was nearly past resurrection.

It was quite an effort

to regenerate his puny little brain cells.

It took me 15 years.

So many years.

Now I'm just a traveling man.

One who moves.

I have dreams of a rose.

And falling down a long flight of stairs.

I don't believe you're the Gemini Killer.

Oh, you are issuing a clear invitation

to the dance.

What does that mean?

Never mind.

Incidentally,

don't blame me for that idiot Temple.

That was a suicide.

The man was a lunatic weakling.

Still, he helped me.

Are there services? I would like to attend.

Temple helped you?

Yes, of course. He brought you to me.

I told him that if he failed

to convince you to come to me...

that he would suffer

in unspeakable ways.

"Pain that cannot be imagined," I said.

Poor superstitious fool, he believed me.

But he couldn't take the pressure,

it would seem.

What pressure?

The pressure of inimitable me.

Some other tasks I said I had

in mind for him.

Things. Little things.

Did Temple get you out of this cell?

Who gets you out?

Just friends.

Old friends.

Tell the press...

that I am the Gemini, lieutenant.

Final warning.

Incidentally, I can help.

Help what?

Your unbelief.

I'm tired.

I am so tired.

Bill, help me.

Damien?

No!

Little Jack Korner.

Child's play, lieutenant.

Father Morning, please.

Jim, I can't read this.

Korner. K-O-R-N-E-R.

I'll call again.

See you later, alligator.

Come on, sweetheart.

Let's go back to your room.

Take your time.

That's it.

Take it easy.

How do you get out of here?

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