Good Against Evil (1977) - full transcript

[SCREAM]

-I want my baby.

Can't you hear me?

I want my daughter.

This isn't my hospital.

This isn't my hospital.

-It'll all be over soon.

-No!

Please, please, not
without seeing my baby.

I want to see my baby!

No!



No, it's not!

It's me!

It's me!

-You'll be just fine.

-No!

Please help me!

Please, my baby.

-More Demoral, please.

-Doctor, help!

-Push!

Now, push!

-Stop!

Help!

-Push!



-You're with them!

You're with them!

-Push!

Push!

-No, you can't have him!

No!

No!

-She doesn't want
to let go of him.

You've got to push.

-No!

[SCREAMS]

-A beautiful baby girl.

[BABY CRYING]

-Don't touch the child.

You should be resting.

-I'm taking my baby out of here.

-I told you you didn't have
anything to worry about.

Why don't you go back
to bed and lie down?

It's the Demoral.

It takes a few
hours to wear off.

[SCREAMS]

[LAUGHTER]

[CHATTER]

-It's really, it's unbelievable.

I mean, every time she walks
into a room I hear chimes.

-You should.

Her bell has been rung
more times than Notre Dame.

-We'd all be on a
four day work week.

-You have to look at it
from another point of view.

I mean, if she lives with
him, she's psychotic.

If she divorces
him, she's neurotic.

-Repetition is a bore.

But for the next 20 odd
years, I don't want anybody

to say that I forgot, that
it wasn't my responsibility,

that I had more
important duties.

There should be
nothing more important

than the proper
raising of the child.

The toys she plays with,
the book she reads,

her education,
opportunities, friendships.

Her every moment,
asleep or awake,

should be guided and protected.

The child is ours.

-I know.

-Whatever happened to that sunny
day we were supposed to have?

-We still might have it.

It's just a passing shower.

-Where's the boss?

-In the back room.

-Thanks Mary.

-Oh, Mr. Schreiber,
I know I promised

them to you for yesterday.

I do, I do understand
your-- I know

your customers are screaming.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow, all right?

Oh, Mr. Schreiber
it is a pleasure

to do business with
a man like you.

Mr. Schreiber is unhappy.

-Mr. Schreiber is only happy
when he's unhappy, I think.

-Nice.

Nice.

Just delightful.

That's fantastic.

That one.

That-- oh no, too cute.

Great.

Beautiful.

Oh!

-I get it, you
sort of like them.

-You have a talent for coming
up with the right thing

at the right time.

You're positively uncanny.

Beatrice!

Beatrice!

BEATRICE: You gotta yell?

-Only because you're going deaf.

And Schreiber is screaming
for his patterns.

-Schreiber is you're problem.

You're mine.

-But I promised them for him
first thing tomorrow morning.

-It's noon already.

-The three of us can do it.

-6 o'clock I go home.

Aw, Beatrice, not even for me?

-Not even for you would I keep
my Maurice waiting one minute.

-Don't stand there!

Start cutting.

-I'm cutting.

-Mary?

Mary?

-What is it?

-Can you work late?

-Uh-uh.

-Well, let me put it another
way, I have a problem.

Therefore you are--

[CRASH]

-Uh-oh.

Jessica!

Jessica!

Jessica, someone just
smashed into your car.

-Oh no!

-Cut.

-Cut, cut, cut.

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

-Oh, is this your car?

-Did you do that?

-I am sorry about this--

-Do you realize that car's
only got 600 miles on it?

-You know what, I
was coming in and I

just got a little
bit too close--

-How could you do
such a stupid thing?

-I just got a little
bit too close--

-This car is brand
new I just bought it!

-I went to turn the
wheel in one way

and it just went the other way--
-It's only got--

-600 miles on it.

I know, I'm sorry.

-I suppose you
think that's funny.

-Well, just a little.

-You are the most
inconsiderate bumbling

fool I've ever met in my life.

-Well, actually, we haven't met.

My name is uh--

-Excuse me, I don't
want to be rude,

but I don't care
what your name is.

Just take a good
look at my car--

-Lady, now calm down,
it's just a bent fender.

It's not the end of the
world, for crying out loud.

-OK.

What are you going
to do about it?

-Well, I, uh--
I'll tell you what.

I'll tell you what
I'm going to do.

I'm going to go to my van.

I'm going to find the insurance
policy, find a local agent

and have them fix it.

It's as simple as that.

-OK.

Could you do that
now for me, please?

-Sure.

Coming right up.

Be right back.

-I'll wait right here.

-OK.

Say, look, I know it's-- Aha.

See?

-I'm waiting.

-Well, I'll tell you what.

I've got some good news
and I've got some bad news.

-No jokes, please.

-First the good news.

Found the policy.

But--

-But?

-It expired about
two months ago.

-That is just marvelous.

You know you really are
the most irresponsible,

unorganized, inconsiderate--

-Inconsiderate, selfish,
bumbling fool you've ever met.

You know something?

You're a terrific
judge of character.

-Excuse me, could
you please tell me

what you're going
to do about my car?

-Well, uh, I'll tell you what.

You've got your key?

-Yeah.

-If you got to use
it, OK, but would

you please be careful with it?

Because everything
I own is in there.

Now, please, just take care
and do anything you want to it.

and I'll hurry back.

I'll give it back in no time.

-I just got this
car three weeks ago!

It took me three weeks
to learn how to drive it?

-Don't worry about
it I'll get it back.

-If you break it my
insurance will go up!

I--

-You gave him your car?

-He gave me his for security.

Besides, he has an honest face.

-Well so did the
Boston Strangler.

-I trust him.

-Oh, darling, t there
are a few things

you have to learn about men.

-Yes, teacher.

-Now you repeat after me.

All men are demanding.

-All men are demanding.

-All men are self serving.

-All men are self serving.

-All men are insensitive.

-Not my Maurice.

-Especially your Maurice.

-You know a little
less about men

than you know about patterns.

-Finished.

-Tired?

-Exhausted.

-Two hours ago I was exhausted.

Now I'm dead.

-Oh, stop complaining.

You said 6 o'clock.

Look, 6 o'clock.

-Uh-huh, uh-huh.

-Goodnight.

-Night.

-How am I going to
explain this to Maurice?

-Explain what?

-That I have a headache.

You've got a headache?

-Your carriage is as
good as new, Madame.

A little better since I
had it washed and waxed.

-I don't believe it.

Nothing gets fixed in
one day in San Fransisco.

Absolutely nothing.

How did you do it?

-A little charm.

And an extra $50.

-I'm sorry, but it
really was your fault.

-Look, I banged
up your car, so I

feel I owe you just a
little bit of something.

So how about having
dinner with me tonight?

-Thank you, but I
don't want go out

to lunch, or dinner, or
anything with strangers.

-You're right.

My name is Andy Stewart and--

-Goodnight Mr. Stewart.

-No, but, but it's
not dutch treat.

I'll pay.

Hey, I mean it, honest!

-Hi.

It's 7:15 and I'm hungry.

If you want dinner, call
me at 4,7,4, 3, 9,9,8.

Andy.

-Jessica Gordon?

-I should be so lucky.

Jessica?

Jessica?

For you.

-Who's it from?

-I don't know.

-I don't believe it.

-What is it?

-It's a menu.

-A what?

-A menu.

The boy who bumped into my car.

-What does it say?

-2:00 PM and starving.

I think he's crazy.

-I haven't eaten for
29 hours, Miss Gordon.

-How do you know my name?

-I know your name, your
address, your phone number,

your zip code, and
your motor number.

Actually it's your
cars motor number.

-My driver's registration.

-How about dinner?

You choose the place.

-Please give up, Mr. Stewart.

-I haven't even
started to work at it.

-If I do go to dinner
with you, will you

promise not to leave any more
messages on my phone machine?

-It's a deal.

What would you like?

-The menu you sent me.

Have you ever been there?

-I only got in town yesterday.

I haven't been anywhere.

-Why don't we try it?

[SPEAKING JAPANESE]

-I just, I thought
I'd order ahead,

just on the chance
that you'd come.

-I just got in town yesterday,
I haven't been anywhere?

-Just wanted to make
an impression, honest.

-Where did you ever
learn Japanese?

-I spent a couple of
years in the Orient.

-Were you born there?

-Nothing quite that romantic.

I was born in a
small town in Kansas.

How about you?

Are you a native
of San Francisco?

-No, I've only been
here for two years.

I was born in New York.

-Well, you see how
much we have in common?

Neither of us i born here.

A little more Sake?

-No, thank you.

I'm fine.

I never knew my mother.

She died during
childbirth, I was told.

And I never could find
out who my father was.

But for an orphan, I've
been awfully lucky, really.

-You don't have to be
lucky to be a model.

All you have to have is high
cheekbones and long legs.

-I'm not a model.

I'm a designer.

-At 22?

-I told you I was lucky.

It's like I have this guardian
angel that is watching over me

and he seems to have more
helpers than Santa Clause.

-Well, that's not a bad thing.

-When I was six I lived
with this fabulous woman.

I used to call her Aunt Irene.

We lived in New Orleans.

Then I won a
scholarship to school.

I got a job in New York
at a top fashion house.

And the very next year some man,
I never even knew who he was,

arranged for me to
have my own showing.

And the next thing you know,
here I am in San Fransisco.

-I want to know something.

Where was this
guardian angel of yours

when I bumped into your car?

-Watching?

-I like your eyes.

-I don't care for
compliments, thank you,

unless they're honest.

-When I lie my ears turn red.

-Well I'm going
to watch for that.

-Success seems to come really
easy to you, doesn't it?

-I don't know.

Besides, being a success means
you're the best at what you do.

And I'm not yet,
I'm still learning.

There's still thousands
of things I want to do.

-Like what?

-Travel.

See Paris, France.

Live there for awhile.

Hong Kong and see the
rest of the far east.

-Interested in
oriental design, huh?

-For my work they
use the colors,

the drapes, the textures.

Design is all fascinating.

-You know, I've got
some books in my van

I bet you'd be real
interested in looking at.

-Andy?

-What?

We've been together for
maybe two, two and half,

maybe three hours, and I know
next to nothing about you.

-What?

I'm single.

I'm a freelance writer living
alone in San Francisco,

until I met you, that is.

-Your ears are turning red.

Seriously.

You know everything about
me, even my motor number.

-All I am is locked in my van.

And while you're looking
at the art books,

I'm going to tell you the
fascinating story of the life

and the times of Andrew Stewart.

Come on.

-Oh, wait a minute!

Nice try.

-Jess, what'd I say?

-I've been trying
for three days now.

-You're gaining ground.

-Whenever I make a move,
you change the subject.

-I guess I just
don't want to end up

as one of those girls
in one of your stories.

-Now wait a minute, I'm
not that kind of a writer.

-What kind of a writer are you?

-You did it again.

-Well?

-I write for magazines.

You know, travel
brochures and sunday

supplements and stuff like that.

Anything that kind of
keeps me moving around.

-Agnes said you were a drifter.

-She would.

No, I didn't mean that.

No, my father had
a small newspaper

and he died before
I got back from Nam.

So I sold it and
I spent some time

in the Far East and Europe.

I've hit about 19 states
in the past 12 weeks,

which explains why my
insurance policy lapsed.

-Doesn't explain it to me.

-Well, you'd be surprised
how long it takes my mail

to get from one general
post office to another.

Here, cheers.

-How about it?

-Don't tell me you
believe in that junk.

-Oh, are you kidding?
I sure do.

I even charge my
battery by Tinkerbell.

Two fortunes, please.

-Do I hear the sound
of silver coins?

-Coming right up.

-Let's have it.

-The music that makes men dance.

-Fortunes and philosophy,
all for the same price.

-What's your name, honey?

-Jessica, Jessica Gordon.

-For you.

-Thank you.

-OK what does yours say?

-In the second millennium,
the child of the child

shall inherit the earth
and havoc shall reign.

What does yours say?

-Says you are going to get
the Nobel Prize in literature,

own three houses, two cars,
one yacht and marry a girl

you met in San Fransisco
a week ago yesterday.

-Come on, really.

Come on, show it to me.

Andy, come on.

-Oh no.

-Andy, come on now.

I showed you might.

Play fair.

Let me see it!

-No!

No!

No, no!

All right, I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

-OK.

-It says, I love you, Jessica.

-Jessica!

I love you!

I love you, Jessica!

Jessica!

I love you!

-John Wayne, you're not.

-Listen, lady.

This is a lot of horse.

-Andy!

-Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

-Andy!

Andy!

-Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

-Andy!

-Whoa!

Whoa!

-Andy!

Andy!

-I know that I've seen
him someplace before.

At the shop, in New York.

I just can't remember where.

-We're just lucky he was there.

-We're lucky?

What about him?

He saved my life and
got killed for doing it.

-Honey, it's not your fault.

It was just a damn
stupid accident.

-Please, Andy, I just
have to be alone tonight.

I've gotta be by myself.

-I can't believe
you're being this way.

-Please, Andy.

Go away, Please.

-It's not my fault.

It's not even the horses fault.

Jessica!

-Go away Andy.

Please.

-You don't mean that.

-I mean it.

-Jessica, look, I'm sorry
about the guy that got killed,

but what does that have
to do with the way we

feel about each other?

-I don't feel anything.

-The hell you don't.

-Look, Andy, it's over.

-Why?

-Because I'm bad news.

Don't you understand?

I'm bad for any man.

-Because a stranger got killed?

-Andy, he's not the first.

He's the third.

-Third what?

-The first time I was only 16.

I met a boy in art school.

We were friends, good friends.

He committed suicide.

-A lot of people comm--

-And just last winter
I met a man at a party.

We dated.

He was killed in a
hunting accident.

-Were you there?

-What do you mean, was I there?

What difference does it make?

Don't you see that every time
I get close to a man he dies?

-I still say it
was just a coin--

-Please go away Andy.

Just go away.

Go home, leave me alone.

Please, go away.

-No, Jessica, damnit.

Not with a door between us.

If you want to get
me out of your life,

then you're going to have
come out here and look at me

and tell me.

-Go away, Andy.

-Do you mean that?

-Get out of my life.

-I'll always love you, Jessica.

-Want to talk about it?

-No.

-It's not exactly a secret.

-I said, I don't want
to talk about it.

-Look, for the
last three days you

have been slamming
doors, ripping up

designs, and
yelling at everyone.

-Agnes, please don't push
me and don't nag at me.

-I am just trying to
talk some sense into you.

I told you the first
time I laid eyes

on him what he was all about.

-You don't know
anything about him.

-Well I know that he
walked out on you.

And good riddance.

-He didn't walk out on me.

I sent him away.

-But that's even better.

Oh Jessica, please, trust me.

I know that he's not for you.

Where are you-- Come back here!

Jessica!

-Andy?

Andy?

Andy?

Andy?

I love you, Andy.

-[SPEAKING LATIN]

[SPEAKING LATIN]

-Oh, Astaroth, the
Prince of Darkness.

Ever since I evoked
you from the blackness

I have been your servant.

Immortality will be mine.

So long as I serve
you, obey you,

and fulfill your every wish.

As you have commanded,
the parent vessel

for the mortal child that you
want to father with you, she is

virginal in body
and mind, carefully

nurtured to perfection.

Show me a sign, Astaroth.

For by the oath I
swear, the time is now.

-Come on, Jessica!

Jessica Stewart!

-Father Wheatley!

-Hell fire and damnation!

-Sorry about that.

-It's OK.

Cussing is a bad habit of mine.

One of many.

-Jessica Gordon,
Father Wheatley.

-Ooh, your hands
are cold, Jessica.

That means you've
got a warm heart,

of so they'd have us believe.

Well you're right, Andy.

She's as pretty as
a spring morning.

Say, are you any good
at sign painting?

-Uh- uh.

Awful.

-You, my dear?

-I'm afraid not.

-Oh, pity.

Still the good
Lord will provide.

Come in, come in.

I'm in sore need
of a cleaner, too.

You have no idea how
dusty this place gets.

But that's my problem.

Your concern is
the wedding, right?

When is it to be?

-Next Wednesday, Father.

Right?

Jess, what are you
doing out there, honey?

Come on in.

Come on.

-Are you OK?

-I'm cold.

-I hope the heater hasn't
given up the ghost.

-It's freezing.

-I better check it out.

Why don't you two go out
in God's warm sunshine?

There's a nice little
garden out there.

-OK Father.

-Andy?

-Yeah, Father?

-I wonder if you'd mind--
something has come up.

Very important.

Could I speak to you tomorrow?

-Sure, father.

Come on Jess, let's go.

-A little more wine, Madame?

-Just a touch.

-You know something, I've
got some stuff back home

in storage, a stereo,
some pictures,

and a couple of Tiffany lamps.

-Everything will
fit just perfectly.

-A highboy chest.

um, morris chair
with a lace doily

and my father's old moose head.

-Oh, Andy.

-I'm only kidding.

-In that case, it's
time for the surprise.

-Hm?

I'm rather proud of my cool.

-You've been dying of
curiosity, admit it.

-Only on the inside.

-Well, come on.

-Oh.

-Come on.

-Well?

-Hey, where did you find it?

-I've had my eye on it
for about six months now,

only it's, uh, too
big for one person.

-I sleep on the right side.

-Well, perfect, because
I sleep on the left.

-Oh, man.

I see you like a firm mattress.

-It's great for
the back, you know.

-There's only one thing, I
like privacy in my bedroom.

-How'd he get in here?

-Well I know how
he's getting out.

Hey, cat, get.

Come on, cat.

Come on.

-No, I'll take him.

I'll take him.

Come on, baby.

Go on, go find
yourself a playmate.

-Come back to bed.

Do you love me?

-Yeah.

-How much?

-Forever and ever.

-Andy.

-I'm busy.

-Oh, Andy.

-What?

-Have you ever been
in love before?

-That's a dumb thing to ask.

-Well, have you?

-I loved a girl in New Orleans.

Her name was Linda Isley.

And that's been, uh, oh, I
don't know how long it's been.

-As long as it's over.

-Andy, at least
postpone the wedding.

-But, Father, I don't
understand what--

-Neither do I. It's
just that, I do know

that she's been
touched by Astaroth.

-By who?

-The devil, Astaroth.

-Father, come on.

Is this some kind of a joke?

-No.

No, I looked it up.

The signs are all there.

That unnatural
chill, that cold wind

that came sweeping
through the church.

-Yeah, but these old
buildings are all like that.

-No, no.

When she passed the
altar, the darkness came.

-You're serious?

Oh, come on Father.

I can't get involved
in your superstitions.

Yes or no?

Will you marry us
tomorrow or not?

-Would you would
least delay until I

can contact Father Kemschler.

He can answer--

-Who is this Father Kemschler?

-He's an authority on, on the
Book of the Dead, and Satan,

and the forces of evil.

-I think we'll have
a civil ceremony.

Good bye, Father.

-Brawn was a bumbler.

I mean, he was devoted
and conscientious,

but the man was inept.

I'm sure you'll agree with me
that he could have protected

Jessica without
sacrificing himself.

-But that doesn't solve the
present problem, does it?

-No, oh no, no,
no, of course not.

Of course you're, you're
right, Mr. Rimmin.

The problem is Jessica.

However I do think
it's a minor-- minor,

I can assure you that--
this, uh, this, uh, well.

What, what, what, what,
what should I call it?

A uh, an infatuation.

That's it, that's perfect.

This infatuation will pass.

[CATS MEOWING]

-I, I promise you that.

I-- I-- There's no need, no
need, for concern, Mr. Rimmin.

There is, there is
no reason for you

to have bothered yourself
by, by coming here.

[CATS MEOWING]

-Mr. Rimmin, I've--
I've never, I've never,

I've never failed you.

I, I have had the two
most difficult years-- No!

Mr. Rimmin, you know my record.

You know my sense
of responsibility.

Mr. Rimmin, Mr. Rimmin,
I've never asked you for it.

Please, please, please,
please, give me another chance!

Oh, God!

Please, I've never
asked you for anything

just help me, just
this one time.

Mr. Rimmin, please,
please, there

has to be something you can do!

Please, please, Mr. Rimmin.

Please, please!

Please!

Please, please!

[CATS MEOWING]

[SCREAMS]

-See you tomorrow.

-11:30, and be ready.

I don't want to get
married without you.

-OK.

Bye.

[BREAKING GLASS]

-Oh, damn.

It would have to be my bed.

[CRASH]

-We'll be right down.

Jessica?

Hey, it's the impatient groom.

Jessica!

Jessica!

Jessica?

Father Wheatley?

Father?

Father?

[BELLS TOLLING]

-Father?

-Oh, Aunt Irene!

Oh!

-Let me look at you.

-Oh, really, you
haven't changed.

Not a bit.

-Jessica, I thought I
taught you never to lie.

-Really, Mr.
Rimmoin, she hasn't.

She's just as I remembered.

-Get in the car, darling.

We have plenty of time to talk.

-She looks rather
well, wouldn't you say?

-The last time I saw her,
she was all arms and legs.

-I was afraid, perhaps, the
post hypnotic suggestion

may have made her forget me.

-I merely obscured her
memory of the past two years.

San Francisco, Agnes.

She was a warm friend
of yours, wasn't she?

Well, of course, she has no
memory of the boy either.

-Please don't think me
presumptuous Mr. Rimmin,

but, who does she think you are?

-Why, a warm friend
of yours, I guess.

-Here.

-Brutus!

Oh, hello baby.

Hello.

Everything's exactly
as I remember it.

-I'm afraid you've
outgrown your old room.

-That's where I stay anyway.

-Ah, well.

It's been a long trip, hm?

Why don't you freshen up?

-I could use a hot bath.

Come on Brutus.

Come on.

Come on.

-I didn't realize how
much I missed her.

-Personal attachment.

-I thought it was
important, Mr. Rimmin,

to give her emotional security.

-You're quite right.

This room has an old world charm
that I find quite refreshing.

-It's difficult, but I try to
retain some of the old values.

However, keeping the
proper help and teaching--

-You're aware of the problem.

-Agnes did mention
an infatuation,

but I thought she and Brown--

-You were saying?

-Nothing important, Sir.

-Jessica and Andrew
Stewart are in love.

And as long as
that love endures,

Jessica's union with Astaroth
cannot be consummated.

-In the past, when
problems arose,

an accident took care of it.

-Yes, but it's too
late for an accident.

We cannot destroy him until
we destroy their love.

-I could think of at
least a dozen ways--

-Agnes made that same mistake.

-Mr. Rimmin, I'm not Agnes.

I know if you involve
yourself, the problem

is anything but simple.

-It's soluble.

-Of course.

-Jessica has no memory
of Andrew Stewart.

Now he must be
made to forget her.

-Yes.

But how?

-I believe it was Eve who
first discovered the secret.

She used an apple.

I'll be a bit more inventive.

I'll use the
temptation of old love.

-Ladies and gentlemen,
flight number 34,

service from San
Fransisco to New Orleans

will be arriving shortly
at gate number 3.

-I'm sorry, but she's--

-Look, I've got to see her!

-The regulations are quite--

-Lady, I didn't fly all the way
down here from San Fransisco

to be stopped by
some silly rule.

Please.

-I don't have the authority.

Now her mother is
in the waiting room.

Perhaps she'll let
you go see her.

-Pardon me.

-Linda?

-Andy.

Andy.

I don't know why or how you're
here but, but thank God.

-Sit down.

Is this your daughter?

Then this is why I'm here.

-You came to write a story?

-No.

-No more stories, my child is
in pain, do you understand?

She's convulsing,
tearing herself apart.

-I'm not here to do a story.

I just want to talk.

-All I've gotten from
everyone is talk.

Nothing but talk.

I want somebody to do something.

-I don't know what I can
do, but-- your husband?

-He died two years ago.

-Andy, what am I going to do?

-Just start from the beginning.

There was nothing
in the newspaper.

-It was three or four days ago.

She fell off her bike.

The neighbor said she
was frightened by a cat.

It's stupid.

She loves cats, dogs, birds.

It's insane.

-Had she ever drawn this before?

-No.

The first thing she said
was that her eyes hurt.

And then--

-Mrs. Dayton?

-I think your little
girl is going to be fine.

-An hour ago I saw that--

-Her fever has broken.

She's sleeping now.

-Oh, thank God.

I can't believe it.

Cindy is fine and you're here.

-I'd like to keep the girl
under observation for 48 hours.

-Anything you say, doctor.

-Why don't you go home
and get some sleep.

-I think I'll feed her first.

-Not a bad idea.

-OK Linda, what'll it be?

Antoine's, Gallatoise's?

-You remember the first time
we ever had dinner together?

-Oh, no you don't.

I am in no mood to
share a hot dog.

[WHIMPERING]

-Everything is fine.

-Oh, will you be serious
for just one minute.

-But I don't want to be.

Cindy's better and
you're in New Orleans.

I don't want to hear about
crazy drawings or Jessica.

You sure you love her?

-Yes.

-But you only knew
her for three weeks.

Come on, let's have some wine.

-No.

-Champagne, champagne
to celebrate

your coming to my rescue.

-I didn't do anything.

-Shh.

I don't want t hear about that.

I deserved that.

-I didn't mean--

-No, no, no.

I really did deserve it.

I sent you that stupid letter.

I got married on a whim.

I made one mistake
after another.

I don't blame you
for being angry.

-I'm not angry.

-I would be.

-Well, I'm not.

-Forgive me?

[DOOR CLOSING]

-Is there somebody here?

-No.

-Where's the child?

-She went into a coma
immediately, is that correct?

-Yes.

-And she constantly
drew the pentacle?

-I don't know what
she was drawing.

-Was she talking gibberish?

A foreign language?

-She was talking English.

-Well what did she say?

Exactly, word for word.

-How do I know?

Mostly she mumbled.

She, she said something about
a child, or, or, or, a second

child, or children
taking of the world.

I don't know.

-Father Kemschler, is
all this necessary?

-If it weren't, I wouldn't
have flown down here.

-I know you're trying to help.

I've got dozens of letters
from people who want to help

but it isn't necessary.

My child is fully recovered.

-I don't believe it.

-Well that is your problem.

The Doctor said we could
bring her home in 48 hours.

-I was there.

-You saw her and
she looked fine?

No symptoms of anything?

-Well we didn't
exactly see her but--

-Call the hospital.

-Father Kemschler,
it's one thing for you

to break into my house but to
stand there and give me orders!

That's something else.

-Please, call the hospital.

Is that better?

-It's too bad about
Father Wheatley.

I never thought him a
man to take his own life.

-Who said he did?

-The police.

-I've known him all my life.

He didn't commit suicide.

-Are you trying to tell
me that he was murdered?

By whom?

Why?

-Three questions.

You wouldn't understand
the answer to any of them.

[CRYING]

-Father Kemschler, is
all this necessary?

-If it weren't, I wouldn't
have flown down here.

-Baby?

Baby?

Baby, it's mommy.

Baby, my baby.

My baby.

[INAUDIBLE]

-She's burning up.

-I'll get a doctor.

-It won't help.

-Do you have a
better suggestion?

-An exorcism.

-Father, we're not
living in the Dark Ages.

-You can prove that?

-I don't want to
hear philosophy.

My child is desperately ill.

-Unless we get her out
of here and perform

a right of exorcism,
your child will die.

-That's a hell of
a thing to say.

-That's pretty
close to the truth.

Don't talk in parables.

Come out and say
what you have to say.

-She's in a coma.

She draws the
Pentagon of Astaroth.

-Nobody can make any sense
of those scratchings.

-Her soul--

-Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

I saw that sign.

I saw it in Father Wheatley's
church in San Fransisco.

And that quote on the wall, a
fortune teller gave it to us.

We thought it was a joke.

-That's the key to all this.

The sign of the devil
Astaroth in San Fransisco.

The sign of Astaroth
in New Orleans.

You're the linking factor.

Only an exorcism
will tell us why.

You must trust me.

-Trust you?

You break into my house.

You scare me half to death.

You tell me my
baby is possessed.

She's not half as
sick as you are.

-Perhaps she'll listen to you.

-Father, that exorcism,
it's admitting evil.

-It's insane.

My baby fell off a bike.

She hurt herself.

Tell him Andy.

Tell him.

[HAMMERING]

[WHIMPERING]

-Whatever you hear,
whatever you think you hear,

do not come into this room.

Is that clear?

-I'm staying here.

-You're not trained.

You're not prepared.

You don't even believe.

-All the same, I'm staying.

-Then there'll be no exorcism.

I'm sorry.

-But what harm can
there be if Andy stays?

-Because I can't perform
the right with anyone

in this room who is not
an ordained priest of God!

-All right, Father.

[WHIMPERING]

-Your powers seem to
be weakening, Astaroth.

Otherwise, why choose such
a frail battle ground?

[LAUGHTER]

-I presume you'll be
showing me some more

of what's left of your strength.

No, Astaroth.
No allies from outside.

Just one on one.

You and me, like the last time.

Oh, you remember, huh?

I will show you
the power of God.

Holy, holy, holy.

I'll make you kneel before it.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

[SPEAKING LATIN]

[SCREAMING]

-It's all right.

[SPEAKING LATIN]

[SPEAKING LATIN]

-Let God rise.

Let his enemies be scattered.

Let them also that hate
him flee before him.

[INAUDIBLE] As wax
melteth before the fire,

so let the wicked perish
in the presence of God.

[INAUDIBLE]

[SCREAMING]

-No, no.

[SPEAKING LATIN]

-It's OK.

FATHER KEMSCLHER:
[SPEAKING LATIN]

-I'm cold.

-I'll get a blanket.

Where is it?

-No.

It's in the hallway.

Andy?

What's happening out there?

-I don't know, baby.

[CAT MEOWING]

-Andy!

-Unto thee will I cry oh Lord.

Unto thee oh Lord do I lift
up, oh my God I trust in thee.

Let me not be ashamed.

Let not thine enemy
triumph over me.

-Father Kemschler?

Father Kemschler?

Father Kemschler,
are you all right?

[DOOR CREAKING]

-Mommy!

Mommy!

-Pack your things.

-Why?

-Because we've failed.

If we move her, he'll follow.

-Then we'll move her
again and again--

-Until what?

-Until his love dies or he does.

-I knew it.

I knew I'd find the
answer up there.

-What answer?

-Your Jessica has been chosen
to bear the child of Astaroth.

-Oh, Father, come on.

You don't expect
me to believe that?

-You saw that poor
child upstairs.

You saw Father Wheatley dead.

You met the presence of evil.

Is it so difficult to believe?

-Because there's got to
be a rational explanation

for everything.

I know that.

-You know nothing.

I know that I'll
never stop loving her.

-And I know they'll do
anything they can to stop you.

-They'll just have to kill me.

-You have no idea what you're
letting yourself in for.

You have no conception of
what they can do to you.

They'll your life a you
living hell because they've

got to destroy your
love for Jessica.

They may kill you.

And by that time,
you may want them to.

-Father, this is
the 20th century.

Things like that
don't happen anymore.

-Hm.

You know your Shakespeare?

-Yes.

Of course.

-"There are more things in
heaven and earth Horatio than

are dreamt of in
your philosophy."

When you need me, I'll be there.

[DOOR CLOSING]

-She fell asleep before she
could-- You're not leaving?

-I've got to find her, Linda.

-But you don't even
know where to start.

-Jessica mentioned a
Sister Monica, in New York.

-I have a feeling I'm going
to be making another mistake

if I let you go.

-You don't have a choice.

-That much in love?

You mind if I keep loving you?

-No.

-If you don't find her--

-I will.

-Father?