The Mangler Page #4

Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ.

Get that thing out of my sight!

And burn it...

Then bury it.

Drive a f***ing stake

through its heart.

So, what

do you think now?

Do you

know any priests?

No, man. Do you?

No. I knew

a rabbi one time.

They'd think we're nuts.

We are nuts.

It's our play, Johnny.

It's up to us.

Why don't we just

get some dynamite

and blow the sh*t

out of the pig?

Brute force isn't

the answer, man.

I mean, a demon may be trapped

in that piece of machinery.

There's a chance it could get out,

it would love to get out, to kill

oh, good. Good.

Virgin blood.

That's the key. It's got to be.

The trouble is

there's many different

kinds of demons.

I don't know what

we're dealing with.

It could be in the

cycle of bubastis,

pan, Dionysius.

You following me?

No... but go on.

I have to isolate

the exact cause.

We have to make sure

that we use the right ritual

because the rites of exorcism...

I don't know if you understand

but that's really heavy stuff.

That's like controlled

nuclear fission.

We make one mistake,

that's it. We're dead.

We're destroyed.

If you ask me, this is just an

act of random possession.

It's got to be.

Hey, mark.

I got to do some thinking.

Oh, Johnny,

listen, man,

don't worry, O.K.?

I'm with you 100%,

man, O.K.?

Alright, mark.

That's a relief, man.

100%.

That's real reassuring.

Belladonna,

demonic possessions...

Oh, I'm having fun.

I'm with you, man.

There are stranger things

in heaven and earth,

John Hunton, than are dreamt of

in your philosophy.

Ha ha ha!

Hey, Johnny, what do you know?

Not much, Tyrone.

Just going to the morgue.

Whew. Not much.

Barry, it's

been a hell of a day.

Fix you up in the morning.

He's a brave kid, he put up a hell of

a fight, broke his arm in six places.

It was suffocation, right?

Mr. Hunton,

we've been expecting you.

You've come to see

Mrs. Frawley.

She was a real challenge.

I had practically

nothing to go on.

Hardly recognized the

parts... the ones that came in.

You look at her now.

I think I did a pretty good job, considering

the raw materials I had to work with.

Can you keep a secret? I had

to fill up her body with...

I hate secrets.

O.K.

O.K., yeah.

You need to be alone.

You've come to do some thinking.

I'll be in my office.

Okay, I'll call you

if I need anything.

She's headed to the

cemetery in the morning.

Until then, she's all yours.

Great, thank you.

Oh, her personal possessions.

They're right here.

Great.

That's all they brought in.

Cherry tomato?

No, thank you.

Bye-bye, now.

Oh, Jesus.

You won't mind, will you?

Jesus, I got to get a life.

Boo.

Got you.

Very funny.

She looks... pretty good,

don't she?

Oh, yeah.

She looks great.

Johnny. Johnny!

You want to come downstairs?

We'll finish off that gin game

we started three years ago.

I've still got a drop

of that Irish whiskey.

You know, I get the feeling

you don't like me anymore.

No.

It's my job I don't

like anymore.

Oh.

Well, it doesn't

matter much anyway.

You won't have to look at my ugly

mug around here much longer.

Why?

Don't tell me you're moving

out of this hellhole.

Oh, something like that.

The doc says I'm going fast.

I'm being

eaten up... inside.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Ah, don't be.

We all have to go sometime.

Johnny, you and I...

We share the same ghosts.

To forgive is divine...

Especially if you can

forgive yourself.

Oh, did you get pictures

of that icebox?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I'm off down

to the darkroom now.

What was that?

What?

That ghost.

We live in strange

times, Johnny...

Very strange times.

I'll have the photos

ready later tonight.

Come on by.

I'll be waiting for you.

You know, I'm 50 points

up on you in that game.

I've got an Ace up my

sleeve I'm dying to play.

You know where to find me. You're

going to lose to an old hack like me.

Sh*t.

F***.

Aah!

What are you doing?

Where the hell is Gartley?

He's out of town.

Yeah, right.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Come back here!

Hey, stop! Goddamn it,

he's out of town.

Get your hands off of me,

you lying sack of sh*t.

You want to go downtown?

You want to go downtown?

Boys! Boys!

All right. Knock it off.

Get out, George.

I'll deal with you later.

Come in, Mr. Hunton.

I've been expecting you.

So sorry I missed you earlier.

You know, Stanner tells me

you're quite the detective.

A regular Sherlock Holmes

of the dead, hmm?

Why don't you

shut that thing down

before somebody else gets hurt?

What, am I going to

have to shut you down?

Tsk tsk tsk. I wouldn't

do that if I were you.

Mmm. Bad career move.

Are you threatening me?

Is that a threat?

Go on, threaten me. I'll shove

them crutches up your moldy ass.

Ha ha ha!

I like that. Threaten?

Uh-huh.

No, no, no. Threaten

is far too... kind a word.

This goddamn machine

tried to kill me!

Breaking and entering

is a serious crime, officer.

Perhaps I should have

you arrested, hmm?

Yeah. O.K. O.K. Hey. Yeah.

Have me arrested.

I'm going to shut you down,

you sick son of a b*tch.

I will not have you

tamper with my affairs.

I'll have you suspended!

Hey, all your powerful

friends and all your money

don't mean sh*t to me, Gartley.

Ha ha ha!

My power has nothing

to do with money.

Power is energy.

Power is motivation.

Power is what

holds things together

when they would

rather fly apart.

It's a complex world

out there, sporty.

Many things you

do not understand.

But... understand this.

There's a little bit

of me in that machine

and a little bit of it in me.

We are the lifeblood

of this town.

Gartley, what are you

talking about?

We all have to make sacrifices.

You're right.

Everything has its price.

Yeah. Yes, it does.

Well, do come again. This

has been delightful.

And, uh... drive

carefully, won't you?

F*** you!

What?

That s.O.B.

He thinks he's going to

shut down our machine.

Ha ha ha!

Well, sir, I've been thinking...

Maybe it should be shut down.

Yeah... how long you

worked here, George?

15 years.

15 years. Well, you're...

You're practically

part of our little family,

then, aren't you, hmm?

I assume you'll be helping

us run this town, hmm?

I've known that machine

since I was a little boy.

My daddy bought it.

Best business decision

he ever made, I'll tell you.

My god,

Mr. Gartley, sir.

That... that machine

killed your daughter.

Look what it's done to you.

Yeah. Sacrifices, George.

We all have to make them.

Hell, boy. You could say that machine

out there made me what I am.

Mr. Gartley, if you're not

going to deal with it,

then... maybe

I should.

Oh, don't be a fool, George.

Don't throw away

a bright future here.

I'm worried.

Worried, uh...

It's been troubling me.

Well, George, let your own

conscience be your guide.

Good evening, Martha.

Bill. Bill Gartley.

Sorry to call so late.

Let me speak to the good

sheriff, won't you, Martha?

Thank you.

Evening, Hughes.

Now listen,

I'm having a little problem

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