Moving forward, We wish to downplay
Dr. Temple :
(reading from prepared notes)
That man in the isolation-tank...
You know, the one you looked in on?
(Rehearsing, without reference to his notes)
The one you looked in on.
(Back to His Notes — )
The Police brought him in here 15 years ago.
They picked him up wandering
the C&O Canal.
Down around Key Bridge.
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...
Det. William F. Kinderman :
You had something to tell me?
Dr. Temple :
Please, sit down.
(Kinderman notes the huge stacks of magazines and scientific journals around Temple’s office)
Det. William F. Kinderman :
There's a paper drive?
Dr. Temple :
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.
Dr. Temple :
Yes.
Dr. Temple :
(checks his notes, hidden
in an open desk drawer)
The Police brought him
here 15 years ago.
They picked him up wandering
the C&O Canal around Key Bridge.
Total amnesia. No I.D.
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Completely withdrawn.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 give him electroshock therapy.
And as of two weeks ago
he's been in isolation...
...but the thing is...
Det. William F. Kinderman :
Yes?
Dr. Temple :
He says He’s The Gemini Killer.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
I want the file on that man.
Get it. Now!
You want to know about
The Man in Cell-11.
Stretch your memory.
What was he wearing
when he was brought in?
That was quite some time ago.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
Was he dressed like A Priest?
Like a Priest?
Det. William F. Kinderman :
Were there any signs of injuries?
That would be in the file.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
It is not in the file!
It is not!
Two men on every ward.
Rotate them 24 hours a day.
In the disturbed ward, one man
inside near the entry door,
one man outside.
Ask the Jesuits for the dental records
of Father Damien Karras.
Find out if he had a saliva test.
Might help us get a positive I.D.
Ryan :
What for, sir? Sir, are you all right?
IV team to NICU. IV team to NICU.
Ryan :
You all right?
Det. William F. Kinderman :
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.
The Gemini Killer :
It's a wonderfull life.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
Who are You?
The Gemini Killer :
I am No One. Many.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
Are You Damien Karras?
The Gemini Killer :
You haven't any medical
records for him, have you?
No tedious fingerprints.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
Are You Karras?
The Gemini Killer :
I am The Gemini Killer,
James Venamun.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
The Gemini is Dead.
The Gemini Killer :
No, not quite.
Remember Karen?
Little ribbons in her hair?
Yellow ribbons. I killed her.
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 —
The Gemini Killer :
I also killed the black boy, by the river.
And the priests. Oh, yes, their names
began with a K.
That 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.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
What ‘friend’?
The Gemini Killer :
A friend Over There.
On The Other Side,
one needs friends.
There is suffering There.
They can be cruel.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
Who is "They"?
The Gemini Killer :
Never mind. I cannot tell you.
It's... forbidden.
The Gemini Killer :
He lows like a Steer.
I Do That rather well.
Don't you think?
Well, why not? After all...
I've been taught by The Master.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
Who is that?
The Gemini Killer :
The One. There is only One.
Who's this ‘Damien’ you mentioned?
Det. William F. Kinderman :
Don't you know?
The Gemini Killer :
I know nothing, except I must
go on killing Daddy. I must shame him.
Do The Papers call these Gemini killings?
You must get them to do that,
Lieutenant, it’s important.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
The Gemini is Dead.
The Gemini Killer :
No, I am not! I'm alive!
I go on! I breathe!
Look at me!
Look at me
and tell me
what you see!
Det. William F. Kinderman :
I see a man who looks
like Damien Karras.
The Gemini Killer :
If you looked with
The Eyes of Faith...
You'd See Me.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
What the hell are you talking about?
The Gemini Killer :
Your blindness.
Tell The Press that
I am The Gemini, Lieutenant,
or I will punish you.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
Punish me?
The Gemini Killer :
Yes.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
What are you talking about?
The Gemini Killer :
Do You Dance?
Det. William F. Kinderman :
What do you mean?
The Gemini Killer :
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 victim.
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 wonderfull 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 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.
Then the tube moves
through the vein...
under the crease of the arm,
into the vein that leads
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 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.
Isn't that really what counts
in the end? Yes, of course.
Good showbiz, 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...
(Kinderman PUNCHES him,
a right cross across the face —)
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?
He's hemorrhaging.
The man in that cell knows the details of a girl's murder that happened years ago.
A Gemini killing that
wasn't in the papers.
His goddamn nose is broken!
When I said The Man in Cell-11 fell
unconscious, you said something.
Really?
Yes, I think you said, "Again?"
Might've done.
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.
That's right.
Any other times?
Yesterday morning,
before we found...
Yes.
That's all right.
I'm very sorry.
When this happens,
does it seem like normal sleep?
Nothing's normal about that man.
You seem a bit pleased about that. It's quite unusual.
His autonomic system
slows to a crawl.
His pulse, his temperature...
his breathing.
But his brain wave
activity accelerates.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
Accelerates?
(Finishes bandaging Kinderman’s swollen Right Hand)
Okay, keep that on
until the weekend.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
You're most kind.
(scoffs) I'm a bitch.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
Have you 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 something our friend in cell 11 said once. "Save Your Servant"?
Keeps running through my mind. Odd expression. What was odd was how he said it. How was that? It was just his voice. It was different.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
Different how?
He sounded decent. Nice. Completely different.
There was so much
emotion in his voice.
He sounded...
I don't know. Desperate.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
And what else has he said
in This Voice?
Only one other thing.
Det. William F. Kinderman :
What was that, miss?
He said, "Kill it."
"Save Your Servant,
who Trusts in You, My God.
Let him find in you
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.
Julie Kinderman
(sleepwalking) :
Good night, Daddy.
(smiles, warmly)
Good night, Julie.
It's so late.
Yes, it is.
Very late. God! Can't I get any sleep? What do you want? I'm sorry. Bad enough you wake me at 5:30 to eat. I'm sorry. Sorry? You do this on purpose. What's your name? I'm reporting you. Amy Keating. Angels of mercy. Horseshit.
You all right? Yes, I'm fine. I'm just a little jumpy. That's all. She was slit down the middle.
Cut open... and all her vital organs were removed.
Then The Killer stuffed her body
with 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 k*ll 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. Let's call it revenge. A certain matter of an exorcism... in which 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 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! 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 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. There was some confusion when the medics said that Karras was dead. He was dead, technically speaking. His time was up. He wanted out. But I was in. A little traumatized, true. After all, his brain was jelly. Lack of oxygen and 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 old Brother Fain... who was tending the body, saw me climbing from the coffin. It's the smiles that keep us going. The 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 you call a world... we can't touch, except through bodies. 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?
Nevermind. Incidentally, don't blame me for that idiot Temple. That was a su1c1de. The man was a lunatic weakling.
Still, he Helped Me. Are there services? I would like to attend.
Temple Helped You? Of course! He brought you to me. I told him 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.
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 Horner.
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. Sweetheart, let's go back to your room. Take your time. That's it. Take it easy. - How do you get out of here? Old friends. Old friends. I'm a traveling man. One who moves. Old friends. One who moves. One who moves... I didn't hear it. Say it again, will you? Hit the light! Mommy! God almighty! What are you doing? Are you crazy? What is the matter with you?! I want my mommy. Just toys. Is that a crime?! He's after someone. Who? You treat your own family like this?! Aren't you leaving?! Please leave! I cannot wait for you to leave! You are issuing a clear invitation to the dance. - To the dance. To the dance... Julie. Bill. Hi, honey. Where..? Okay, sweetheart. That was Bill. A nurse is coming over with a package. Danny, get in the car! Roll it! Move it! Go! Go around! Ram it if you have to! Back up, you son of a..! Get out! That must be the nurse. Go around the back! Hi, Dad. Mother, Daddy's home. What's this? Billy, what's going on? I'm crazy. That's the explanation. You're honest. From the beginning. It's fine. No, it isn't. What's this nurse thing? What nurse? I'm so tired. Julie! Dad, I'm talking. Sorry, I missed that. Bill... what kind of nurse is this? I open the door for the woman, she faints. And then when she wakes up, she says, "When is it bedtime?" Please help me. Is it bedtime? So is she staying for dinner? It's okay. Catatonics are so easy to possess. I've been waiting for you, lieutenant. I wanted you to see this.
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