The Secrets of Emily Blair Page #4

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He's gonna help us.

William, don't.

Em, what happened?

Did you hurt yourself again?

What's happened?

Get away from her.

Talk to me.

William.

That's not her blood.

What?

Oh, look.

The marriage coach.

Here to help us

with our cold feet.

Who are you?

You know who I am.

Whose blood is this?

Emily, what have you done?

What I'll do to you.

What I'll do to all of you.

I'll drink your blood

and eat your flesh.

You too, Padre.

Do you believe me now?

I think...

I think we should

call the police.

"The police."

She's hurt someone, William.

Probably killed them, by the

amount of blood up there.

And I think we can assume she was

responsible for Tara's death.

The police won't understand.

What language is that?

Latin.

What's she saying?

It's ancient phraseology.

A rough translation would be

"farewell,"

or something more colloquial.

"Bye-bye"?

Yes.

Yes.

She's repeating it in Latin.

She doesn't speak Latin.

Look at me.

I never believed in the Devil

or demons, or any of this sh*t,

but there is something

else controlling her.

Tell me you don't see that.

I do.

What are you gonna do about it?

What would you like me to do?

An exorcism?

Those days are gone.

I need to talk to someone.

You're leaving?

You want answers I don't have.

I need to talk to someone.

Stay away from her, William.

She's dangerous.

I'll be back in a while.

Henry? Have you seen Henry?

He's a janitor.

Henry.

You?

How are you, Henry?

You've got a lot of nerve.

I wouldn't be here

if it wasn't important.

No.

I'm sure you wouldn't.

What's in the bag?

Peace offering.

Emily?

You hungry?

I made you a sandwich.

I'm scared.

I don't know what's going on.

I don't know who

you are anymore.

I'm losing you.

Maybe I already have.

I love you.

I love you, Emily Blair.

William.

Em?

Help me.

How?

How?

Just tell me how.

I don't know.

I don't know.

What's happening to me?

We're gonna make

it through this.

I promise you.

You have to be kidding me.

You understand it.

You know things I don't.

Don't tell me you believe.

Maybe. Yes.

But you didn't believe back

then, when it mattered.

No, but you can understand...

When you had me excommunicated.

I did what I thought was best.

You weren't about what's best.

Sitting in your ivory tower, passing

judgment from way up above.

That's what you

never understood, Jimmy.

You can't help

people from way up there.

You have to get down in

the dirt and the mud,

and you have to

get your hands dirty.

You have to sacrifice

some of your own comfort,

if you want to help people.

Oh. I've heard this sermon

from you before, Henry.

You went against the Church.

You defied the archbishop.

You fell from grace.

I saved people.

I did more wearing that

collar than you ever did.

And I could have saved more.

What about the ones

you hurt? Hmm?

You forget about them, Henry.

The ones you hurt.

Look, you may have been right,

but you went about

it the wrong way.

The Church has

rules for a reason.

There's no room for mutiny.

We can't have your kind

of chaos and insanity.

And now you need me?

Oh, jeez.

Now you believe?

Yes.

Yes.

I need you to

show me how to do it.

Get the f*** out of here.

I'm not going anywhere until you

tell me what I need to know.

You ruined my f***ing life!

It was my life, Jimmy.

The past is the past.

Now, right here, in the present

moment, I need your f***ing help!

Father.

Who is this?

This is Henry Roizman.

He can help us.

Societal obligation's

getting in the way

of your girlfriend's

demon possession?

It's my dad. He's probably

calling to see how Emily is.

Thoughtful.

I'll let it go to voice-mail.

I think we're out

of the woods, Father.

I spoke to her.

I think she's better.

I told her to come back to me,

and she snapped right out of it.

I think it's all gonna be okay.

Sweetie!

Where have you been?

Are you okay?

Will, why am I outside?

Why am I dressed like this?

It's okay.

Okay.

I'll get you cleaned up, okay?

Okay, yeah.

What the f*** is he doing here?

Get out!

Get out!

Mmm...

Hello, Roizman.

Grab her.

She's not your girlfriend. She's

a f***ing demon. Grab her.

No!

Take it up to the bedroom.

Need some rope, a wire.

Need to tie it down.

Come on!

It'll be pissed when it gets up.

You know my f***ing name.

William, what are you doing?

Why are you hurting me?

Em? William, please help me.

Please!

You know my name.

You know who I am.

You know what I do to your kind.

We'll wait till it's weaker.

Hungrier, tired.

And then we'll

exorcise this motherf***er.

You don't

have the strength, Roizman.

They kicked you out.

Excommunicated.

You're shamed.

You're right.

I don't have the strength.

But he does.

He doesn't believe.

He'll get there.

And when he does,

he'll purge you back to hell,

where you belong.

It's gonna take

three or four sessions.

I can't tell how

many are in there,

but it's probably just one.

We'll need to tie it down.

Her.

Not "it."

Maybe you're not

paying attention

to what's happening

to your girlfriend here.

Fiancee.

That thing inside her,

that's a demon that's taking

possession of her soul.

We might be able to

send it back to hell,

but your fiancee

is almost surely dead.

Roizman.

We can save her.

Maybe.

But when we start

driving that demon out,

it's going to start

fighting back hard.

All the powers and dark

forces it can muster.

Men die during exorcisms,

killed by creatures like

that thing tied to that bed.

What's wrong?

Take it easy.

And you're gonna have to

consider something, Jimmy.

You're gonna have to consider

what's in front of you.

It's right. I can't

do the exorcism.

It's gonna have to be you.

You're gonna have

to go to confession.

Get yourself pure.

Hold yourself

to a high standard.

Like you did me.

Get your Bible

and your purple stole,

and meet us back

here at sundown.

You confess?

Yes.

Everything?

You gotta be clean.

I said yes.

All right.

Holy water on all of us.

Bless us all.

May the Lord protect us

as we do his bidding.

The demon inside her,

it has access to

all her memories.

It will tell lies to hurt

you, to piss you off.

It wants you to lose control.

If you want your

girlfriend back,

don't let it get

inside your head.

You read me?

Yes.

All right, then.

Let's do this.

Henry.

I'm sorry.

I know.

I know you are.

Move up, both of you.

Face it.

"From all evil,

deliver us, O Lord.

"From all sin, from the

snares of the Devil..."

Cut me loose!

He's here to help you, sweetie.

I'm not your sweetie.

I don't love you,

and I never loved you.

- That's not true.

- Don't listen.

Go on, Jimmy.

"From anger,

hatred and all ill will,

"from all lewdness,

from everlasting death,

"by the mystery

of your holy Incarnation..."

Oh, William.

I have a surprise for you.

"By your baptism

and your holy fasting."

Your mommy came to visit

while you were gone.

What?

We had a little girl time.

Don't listen to her.

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