The Possessed (1975) Movie Script

(epic music)

(alarm wailing)

(clanking)

(creepy ambient music)

[Barnes] You

surprised me, Father.

You're the last

person I would imagine

to dramatize a petty theft.

Of course, the sacrilege is

an unpleasant matter for you.

[Juan] But how do

you explain the fact

that they left some solid gold

candles next to the chalice

of much value?

[Barnes] The thief or thieves

were in too much of a hurry

or perhaps, in the darkness,

they failed to notice them.

And how about the candle

placed at the devil?

Obviously, a

blasphemous challenge.

These things are quite common

in cases of breaking

and entering.

They're almost like

the thief's signature.

Some sort of just put it

down to the nervous tension

they're under at the time.

In this case,

the important thing

is the intention of the

person who stole the chalice.

The thief may believe in the

presence of good and evil.

Why not?

Err and perversion do exist.

We're surrounded by

devilish businesses.

Well, that's true but only

on a purely human level.

I can't imagine a man like

you believing in black magic

or the cult of the devil.

The child who was kidnapped?

That's going too far, Father.

It was probably committed

my some poor, demented,

motherless woman.

(sudden dark music)

And this.

Do you know what this signifies?

Root of mandrake.

I tell you, there's something

devilish about this.

That's just non-sense.

Excuse me.

Would you like to

sign this, Mr. Barnes?

Do you mind?

Of course, not.

Bring them in.

The child will be found.

And the chalice was

probably in the hands

of some unscrupulous

antique dealer.

We'll catch the

thief, don't worry.

But please don't

alarm the people.

Young people nowadays are

bored with just sex and drugs.

They're liable to turn

to any strange rituals.

Anything exactly...

It's too easy to

make that conclusion.

I've a report

about a gypsy woman

who was supposed to be a witch.

She sells love potion

and stuff like that.

She might just be a lead for us.

I'll have her brought

in for questioning.

If she knows anything,

I swear to you,

I'll ring it out of her.

My intention was to

avert a greater evil.

I wouldn't like to be

responsible for that poor woman.

Suffering uselessly at

the hands of your men.

You do your own job, Father

and let me do mine, will you?

You may think me cool or severe

but thanks to my severity,

we have no problems

with tramps of vagrants.

Daddy, I'm going to

the garden with Anne.

Would you give me

a kiss, please?

Of course.

He's Father Juan.

How are you?

Don't bother your father, Susan.

Excuse me, Mr. Barnes, I

told her not to intrude.

Don't worry about it.

Now, go on, Susan.

Go out with Anne.

So long.

[Anne] We'll see you later.

She's a charming little girl.

Yes, she is.

I regret that I can't

spend more time with her

than I do.

Since my wife died, I've

been so tied up in politics,

I'd have to leave her

to Anne for governance.

You were saying, Father?

Nothing.

Perhaps you're right.

Maybe it's just my imagination.

Well, you can't complain.

The jack of gold.

The spades, I don't

like too much.

More spades.

Now, a great fine gentleman.

This is what's waiting for you.

Hey you two, search the ground.

You, come with me.

That child's gotta be

around here somewhere.

I've got a search warrant

and an order for your arrest

from the police commissioner.

[Gautiere] What do want?

We just have a few questions

we like to ask you, that's all.

Don't touch me!

Terrible things

will happen to you.

My master will protect me.

Pig!

Come on.

Let's go.

The police commissioner

will pay for this!

I swear it!

I'll put a curse on all of them!

A curse on all of them!

For the last time.

Tell us, it was you who

kidnapped the poor child.

There were several witnesses

who saw you loitering

near the house.

Now where's the child?

You'll never find out.

Right, I have somebody here

that might have something

to say about this matter.

Tell her to come in.

Hm?

Oh, sorry, chief.

Would you come in, please?

Now this.

I gave you charity,

don't you recall?

A few bits of dried bread.

That's all.

It's all I could spare

at the time, I swear it.

Now tell me that you

know where my son is.

What about your son?

He's my only child, lady.

I can't have more children.

It could be that you

are a mother too.

Shut up, you stupid bitch!

Please, won't you?

If you know where he

is, please tell me.

He's so small, I.

(Gautiere chuckles)

Answer, you witch!

Don't you have any feelings?

No, please don't shout at her.

I know she'll tell me.

I'll ask her on my

knees if I have to.

She'll give me back my son.

Lady, tell me, for

the love of god.

Don't call me your lady

and don't invoke your god.

I know you know where he is.

I know it.

Give him back to me.

I'll give you

everything I possess.

I'll sell everything I own.

I'll give you anything you ask.

But please, give me back my son.

You'll never see him again.

He'll be sacrificed

to the great master.

I'll give you everything!

Everything!

Why don't you stop

your whining?

But please,

give me back my son.

Get up!

Please, give me back my son!

You're crazy.

I believe you're capable

of sacrificing a child

but we have ways

of making you talk.

You can believe that.

Torture?

I can stand it.

The great master

give me strength.

There are other ways.

I don't think your magic

powers would resist

an injection of

sodium pentathol.

Do you know what that is?

It's a truth serum.

That's what.

I'll never talk.

Your influential friend

won't be able to help you

when a chemical product has

taken away your willpower.

Ascator!

(groaning)

Hi there.

- Hello.

- Is your teddy bear better?

He got a fever

but he'll be better.

Give him him some cognac oil.

It'll do him good.

[Susan] Ugh.

- Hello.

- Hello, honey.

How are you?

Fine.

You're late again.

Snowed under with

work on the table.

Oh, we never have

any time together.

You're right.

How about dinner time?

I've heard that story before.

I know who you are, Susan.

You're a very

pretty little girl.

Did I scare you?

My daddy says I shouldn't

speak to strangers.

It'd best if you go away.

He says it's dangerous.

And takeaway the

present I brought for you?

I don't know you.

I've got a beautiful

little doll for you.

His name Ascator.

Okay, let me see it.

(brooding ambient music)

He wants to be your friend.

But it's our secret.

I'll give him to you if

you promise to hide him

and not show him to anyone.

Are you serious?

He's yours.

Swear that you won't

show it to anyone.

Swear it to me.

I swear it.

You can only play with him

when you're alone in your room.

We'll hide him in here.

This is Ascator's necklace.

Only his friends

have unlocked it.

If anyone asks, tell

them you've found it.

Don't let it anyone

take it away from him.

And don't forget,

it's our secret.

Come on now, honey.

Now, you don't

gonna believe that.

Now do you?

I know you're only kidding.

I wanna go home.

Did you get tired of painting?

I'm bored.

Where did you get

that horrible necklace?

Don't you touch it.

You're horrible.

You're a pig.

You let him do

dirty things to you.

You're both filthy dogs.

(spooky piano music)

(spooky choral music)

(wind blowing)

(phone ringing)

Yeah?

Anne, is Susan still up yet?

No, she went to

bed, oh, an hour ago.

That's strange, she

didn't tell me goodnight.

That is strange.

But you know what children

are like, don't you, Barnes?

She just wasn't

quite herself today.

Well, it's doesn't matter.

Goodnight.

(creepy ambient music)

By the hurricanes!

By the pestilence!

By the devouring insects!

Satan, hear us.

Give us your power!

[Witches] Give us your power!

Prince of a lot of human sin!

Give us your power!

[Witches] Give us your power!

Susan Barnes, daughter

of our higher lord.

In his name, I order you to

violate the laws of all nature.

You upset hands of luck to

carry out the impossible.

Susan Barnes, hatred

and perversion

await you, Susan.

Come!

Immediately!

(groaning)

(creepy ambient music)

I know.

Your child.

Her expression shows

hatred and contempt.

(buzzing)

Her father about it.

She's had a moment

of disappointment.

Maybe we disgust her.

Maybe that's why she

seems to hate you.

But don't you worry, it'll pass.

It's just the age she's at.

It's quite natural, I'm sure.

(woman screaming)

Kneel down.

Renounce with all your

heart's strength your god.

The father, the son,

and the holy ghost.

Baptism and all the

prayer you have ever made.

I renounce those.

You give completely

your body and soul,

all your strength and power.

The devil, our master.

I do so.

[Gypsy] Leave the hand

of god and deliver yourself

to our lord and master, Lucifer.

I do so.

This is a princess

of the old one.

How do we know she's the truth.

Go on, give us proof.

(wind blowing)

(creepy ambient music)

She's Mother Gautiere.

I've come back to

adore our master.

(baby crying)

Lucifer, I acknowledge

you as my master

and my only price.

I promise to obey thee

blindly, to make evil,

to spread confusion and hate.

And if I fail to obey absurdly,

I promise to give my life

to thee, to do as you will.

(baby crying)

(dark ambient music)

(thunder crashing)

(women screaming)

(birds chirping)

Hey there, Susan.

It's time to get up, honey.

(Susan giggling)

But were are you?

(giggling)

Here's your breakfast.

It's a beautiful day outside.

Bullshit!

(laughing)

I don't know what's wrong

with her this morning.

Leave us alone, will you?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Why are you behaving like this?

You know that you can't

treat Helen like that!

Why don't you go fuck your

boyfriend and leave me alone?

We must administer

justice with a firm hand.

That is the only way for

us to maintain the peace

and tranquility we have

always enjoyed in this county.

I'll sign it and then I'll

add something personal.

Excuse me, sir.

May I interrupt you?

Of course, Anne.

Come on in.

You'd better type

that up right away.

I must speak to you

about something urgent.

Certainly, go ahead.

I'm very worried about Susan.

She's a delightful little

girl but I should say was.

[Barnes] Was?

She's changed suddenly

and unexplainably.

She seems obsessed with, I

don't know how to tell you.

Are you referring

to sexual matter?

Yes, well, it's perverse

and she uses obscene language.

None of her friends could've

taught her any of those words.

And she's getting very violent.

(children chattering)

Hey, cut that out!

Cut that out!

I'm gonna tell my

brother that, you idiots.

(creepy ambient music)

(girl screaming)

What's the matter with her?

(deep dark music)

(children clamoring)

[Anne] Good morning, Father.

How are you?

Oh, good morning, Anne.

And how are you, Susan?

Fine, I see you're reading news.

Yes, but nothing you

should worry about.

I know what goes on.

Susan!

I know these things.

Who told you?

Children overhear everything.

So it seems.

Including these atrocities

committed by some

abnormal person.

If I shouldn't hear about

this, why don't we leave?

Please, excuse her.

These days, she's

been impossible.

Just a minute.

What's wrong, Susan?

What's the matter?

I'll be right back.

Is it true that priests

can't tell lies?

No, that's not possible.

But priest, much less?

That's true.

So if I ask you a question,

you'll tell me the

truth, won't you?

If it's possible,

I certainly would.

It's possible.

It certainly is possible.

And if you don't answer it,

it's because you don't want to.

Ask me the question.

Do priests have the

same thing as other men?

What are you referring to?

To sex.

Who's been talking

to you of these things?

You must answer me.

Do they have it or not?

We're the same as other men.

So you've all got

girlfriends, haven't you?

But you mustn't speak like that.

You don't wanna answer.

These are things you'll

learn about, Susan.

We have to learn to

repress our desires.

You as well?

[Juan] Yes.

Then you're either a

goddamn queer or impotent!

What did you say to Father Juan?

Susan, answer me!

That's none of your business.

(mellow orchestral music)

[Esther] Juan, just a

second, I wanna talk to you.

[Juan] They're waiting for us.

- Hey, hurry up you two.

- We'll be there.

Just a minute.

Can't we talk about it later?

It has to be right now.

All right, go ahead.

What's wrong?

Since we arrived,

you're acting strange.

Last time, your were

completely different.

You wouldn't let me

out of your sight.

Esther, we'll always be friends.

Why didn't you answer my letter?

Are you angry for some reason?

No, it's not that.

All my friends

thought we were engaged.

Another woman?

No.

What is it then?

Forgive me, Esther.

I haven't been faithful to you.

You're confessing.

Another woman.

No, I tried to

keep away from you

because during this past

year, my ideas have changed.

You have that for reason?

I want you to know,

I'm becoming a priest.

You?

I'm entering the seminary.

Are you certain?

You want to do this?

Yes, Esther.

(gloomy music)

(silently sobbing)

(bell tolling)

Bring along.

The people of our county

are afraid of lauding

to the darkness.

Afraid of a monster capable

of destroying the body

of an innocent child.

This is our question.

Shall we receive an answer?

Signed, William Grant.

This is a direct attack on

the commissioner, young man.

Doesn't your

girlfriend work from?

Yeah, but what's

that got to do with it?

Now, the coroner says

that child was sacrificed

after the old woman

was arrested and died.

Isn't that proof enough?

William, I think you've

something against Barnes.

Is he one those bosses who

gives up his female employees?

Don't publish it if

you're afraid to reprise.

But don't mix

girlfriend in this.

[Editor] Hey, Smith.

[Smith] Yeah?

[Editor] One page, two columns.

Right away, sir.

[Editor] Put a good

photo of the child's body.

Yes, sir.

And make sure we

can see the wound.

Right, sir.

This is the newspaper

business, son.

With direct precision

and dynamite.

No, you've already

suffered enough.

It's best you don't open it.

I wanna see my son

for the last time.

I wanna see before

he's buried forever.

She's got a right to open it.

(screams)

(woman sobbing)

Who could be so

diabolical to a child?

We better start now.

(discorded music)

(screaming)

(frogs croaking)

(Anne screams)

Helen, Helen!

Come up at once!

What's the matter?

I don't like to be screamed at.

You're not the

mistress of this house.

Why did you leave

the windows open?

With all the strange toads

that come in from park.

The room's full of them.

(suspenseful music)

Do you see this?

They're all get broken

because of your carelessness.

What the devil's going on?

(faint growling)

Susan, open the door.

Susan!

Susan, did you hear what I said?

(laughing)

What could have happened to her

to bring about this

transformation?

First her obscene language,

then this howling and

these unconceivable fits.

I can understand

you being alarmed

but there are treatments

for these abnormalities.

Would you mind telling

me something, doctor?

What are your conclusions

after talking to her?

Well, it's very

disconcerting, Mr. Barnes.

But your daughter has an

incredibly superior IQ.

Susan?

She always seem to be

like an ordinary child.

Even not very good

in her studies.

She spoke to me in

several languages.

Including Ancient Greek

and also in Latin.

And in another language

completely unknown to me

but which might well

have been Sanskrit.

What are you saying doctor?

You're talking about Susan.

Why she hasn't even been able

to learn a little French.

And that's not all.

In what you might say a

marking impertinent manner,

she questioned me

about theology.

Higher mathematics and also

about vanished cultures.

I believe your

daughter thought me

a contemptible ignorant fool

judging by her laughter.

But that's impossible, doctor.

She could've have

possibly become gently...

Come at once, doctor,

the little girl.

(Susan mildly growling)

[Doctor] 50 milligrams

of Thorazine for me.

I don't want this filthy

bitch stick her needles into me.

It's a tranquilizer, Susan.

Don't alarm your father.

You mean I shouldn't

frighten you!

You damn fool and knows nothing!

Your ties is a

bunch of bullshit!

Do you want me to tell you

what you did this morning?

You sent flowers

to a Mrs. Blayton,

the widow that you're

trying to convince

to invest in a clinic for you!

Nurse, get it over with.

Get the hell outta

here, you bitch!

You don't stick needles into me!

Don't you do it!

(gasps)

Hey, Anne!

Look what I found here!

(Helen screaming)

(Helen sobbing)

What are you doing

with the furniture?

Have you gone crazy?

I didn't do it.

They were moving alone, Anne.

What have you got there?

I've never seen this.

Doctor, tell me why I was

invited to this meeting?

You don't believe

in the supernatural.

But I do believe in the

power of superstition.

And the trauma sometimes brought

on by a fanatic education.

In Susan's syndrome, there's

a possible religious phases.

That's evident.

You won't admit then that

other persons or individuals

are speaking through Susan?

Diabolical possession?

(chuckles)

That belief belongs

to the Dark Ages.

The ages of complete

fear, especially fear.

Nowadays, science can find

an explanation for anything.

Almost everything, doctor.

The power of evil is real.

It emanates from Satan.

But to manifest itself in

these persons and simpleton.

In religious literature, in

the literature of all ages,

the name of Satan corresponds

to the vices, evil, to hatred.

All completely

human peculiarities.

Today, when it has been

scientifically proved,

that an electron passes at the

same time through two holes

placed at each side

of the same plane,

everything can be

accepted as natural.

And how would you

explain Susan's case

in a natural, normal manner?

Epilepsy, drugs,

schizophrenia, hypnosis

can produce some muscular

impossible to repeat

in a state of wakefulness.

And her knowledge

of several languages,

her advanced cultural level,

impossible in a

child of her age.

We know that genes have memory.

The use of languages and

knowledge in general is inherited

from our forefathers,

remaining hidden and appear

by means of an adequate

mental stimulus.

It's like the impression

we sometimes have

of having already been in

a certain place before.

It maybe an inherited memory.

Emerging like a dream

after eons of time.

Are you referring

to the Anima Mundi

and the platonic philosophers?

Something similar.

It's what Greek explains

as racial memory.

You're talking

about my daughter.

Not about the subject

of an experiment.

I wanna know if

she's abnormal or...

It's much too early to diagnose.

We have discarded

the possibilities

of a pathological cerebral

state caused by a tumor,

for example.

I want a neurologist to perform

an electroencephalogram.

Won't you allow me to consult

an expert first, Mr. Barnes?

On Satanism?

Or perhaps maybe, an exorcist?

Could you please sit down?

Come now, Father.

There's plenty of

light on this subject.

Darkness no longer frightens us.

You know that all that was

merely a fear of the unknown.

Fear of nature, simple

sickness and simple death.

Your bewitched people

of two centuries ago

would've been cured with a

good chemical tranquilizer.

Don't be too sure.

Can your tranquilizer

return the life

of that poor child

who was killed?

This was precisely

the emotional catalyst

which produced in the child

a psychopathological crisis.

I want you to do

something, will you?

Medicines or exorcisms,

it's unimportant to me

if she's insane or she's

made a pact with the devil.

I don't the either magical

or logical explanations.

We have to put an

end to this horror.

I insist on a thorough

examination by a neurologist.

Meanwhile, what about the child?

She can go home to her toys.

Live in our ambience.

Her condition maybe uncomfortable

but by no means dangerous.

What are you doing here, Anne?

This morning, we

found this hidden

inside a teddy bear of Susan's.

I think it represents the devil.

It might be a warning or

some kind of curse, maybe.

It's a very strange kind of toy.

A lot of strange things

are going on in that house.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Could you direct me to the

house of the three sisters?

That one.

That one on the corner.

Thank you.

Hey, you're not going

over there, are you?

Yes, seems they

need me urgently.

What it was?

He hasn't got a bit

of good reputation.

If they need me, I go.

Do whatever you

like, I warned you.

Thank you all the same.

Good morning, I'm Father Juan.

You called me.

Yes, come in, please.

I didn't know she was Catholic.

She never told me.

But she insisted I call you.

She's an awful good girl.

First she married Ed,

and then gets a divorce

then she starts mating with

whoever comes down the highway.

You must know those things are.

I do.

Is the girl badly ill?

I suppose so.

Last night, she drank

a whole bottle of gin

and since, she

don't eat anything.

You have to believe me,

she's never done this before.

Would you like to pass through?

Thank you.

(knocking on door)

Hi, I've been told

that you needed me.

(gloomy music)

You didn't expect to

see me, didn't you now?

(laughs)

Especially you.

I hesitated about calling you.

It hurt me to do

it, I assure you.

But I had to see you.

And you, to see me like this.

What do want with me?

I want you to contemplate

what you've done.

And yet, you can't forget

that I'm the same young woman

that you once loved.

You remember this?

It was a present from

you when we first met.

I was young then and fresh

and filled with illusions.

You know what I am now?

A cheap whore, that's what.

A whore hole sell us all

for a couple of fucks.

Take a good look at me.

Lift your eyes and look.

Have the courage to look at

what you've made out of me!

You can't blame me for it.

You have chosen your own path.

Did I have an option?

You abandoned me

without any thought

of what could happen to me.

It was my vocation, Esther.

What about me?

Have you ever thought that

you broke off my life?

No!

You're safe and sound.

Your church protects you.

Until now, because

in the future,

you'll have my life a

baggage on your conscience.

And when I laid

some delicious pig,

I'll think that I'm

laying the blame,

the blame on your

shoulders, buster!

And that'll be my revenge!

That's what!

I'd like to make

you change mind.

But it's you who has to repent.

There's still time.

Time to change.

Change your way of life.

Have you forgiven me?

Yes, Esther.

Oh, leave the priesthood

and let's go away together!

I'll do whatever

you want me to do.

No other woman can

love you like I do.

That's not the kind

of love I feel for you.

Don't abandon me

again, whatever you do.

You'll never

understand me, Esther.

Yes, of course, I understand!

You're nothing but a selfish

hypocrite, that what!

You destroyed me

and you haven't got

the slightest compassion

to me in this condition.

Esther, I want...

Please, go.

I told you to get out, didn't I?

Thanks for coming

here, Mr. Grant.

We'll overlook your

yellow journalism.

All that matters to

me is my daughter.

I understand completely.

Where did you get the

idea that Susan's illness

might be a kind of revenge?

Hmm, it seems like a

reply to the severity

with which you

administer justice.

You had that old woman arrested.

All these mysterious phenomenon

began after her death.

Witchcraft?

Do you believe in it?

Of course, I

don't believe in it.

But somebody might have given

Susan some kind of drug.

I'm afraid it's not

only my daughter's health

but also her life that

might be in danger.

Don't exaggerate.

Grant let's his

imagination run wild.

I wanna ask you if we

might forget our differences.

Let's make kind of truce.

Don't publish anything which

might harm my daughter.

All right, I won't, sir.

But only for Susan.

Thank you.

Besides medical treatment,

what else do you

think we might do?

Intensify the

police investigation.

Somebody's got access to Susan.

You should have

your house watched

and your telephone tapped.

Telephone as well?

Yes, someone's influencing

her by means of messages.

You could be right.

I better have the house watched.

That is if I get authorization

from the commissioner.

Do it now.

Consider it done.

What's that pig doing down here?

Why's he watching me?

Your father's worried

about you, Susan.

The only thing

that matters to him

is his political career.

Not other things

you know all about.

Don't talk like that about him.

Your father's a fine man.

I suppose you

should know about that

since you're sleeping with him.

Susan!

Don't pretend.

I heard you both

talking in his office.

Don't you get enough with

your newspaper reporter?

Bunch of pigs!

I'm not taking you

to the park today.

What are you doing with that

rubbish around your neck?

I told you to throw it away!

I'm getting tired

with you, you whore.

Oh, Susan, let me go.

(dark ambient music)

Good evening, miss.

[Anne] Oh, good evening.

How are you?

I'll be here all night.

(dark ambient music)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

I'd like to speak to Will Grant.

Who's calling, please?

Tell him, it's Anne Crawford.

Just a moment, I'll

call him for the phone.

Bill, hey Bill.

It's your love.

Hi, honey.

Sorry, to bother you.

I have to see you

right away, darling.

It's very important.

Right now?

But Anne, I'm snowed

under with work!

Forget the newspaper

for once in your life.

I'm in danger.

I can't come into your office.

We shouldn't be seen together.

If you really love me, go the

park with the next half hour.

I'll be waiting for

you next to the statue.

Don't forget I love you so.

Anne?

(choral church music)

Pardon me, Father.

I didn't want to interrupt you.

I went to your house

and they told me you

were still at the church.

I'd like to speak to you.

(distant choral church music)

Sit down.

Well, would you like to start?

You all have a reputation.

We?

To whom are you referring?

Catholic priests.

I've read that you all have

facilities for exorcizing.

First, it's necessary to

be possessed by a demon.

I think Susan Barnes

is in this case.

I firmly believe it.

What reasons you have to

make such an accusation?

I've seen furniture

moving furniture

moving around on it's own.

And I've experienced terrible

cold in well-heated room.

And I've smell repulsive orders.

And above all, I've

listened to somebody,

somebody, obscene and evil.

And I've awful

seen malignant eyes

in the back of the child's eyes.

Yes, Father, I believe

she's possessed.

Those who are not

believers accept such a fact.

And I have many doubts.

Our church only accepts possession

in truly confirmed cases.

What proof do you need, Father?

Science must firs

exhaust all its resources.

Prove that's not hysteria,

schizophrenia, or even pretense.

In other words, arrive

at the certain conclusion

that the phenomena go

past natural limits.

I'm not hysterical.

And I have no absolutely

interest in pretending.

I tell you, I'm certain

I've witnessed

supernatural phenomena.

You have to do

something, Father.

We must first exhaust

everything, Anne.

I'm referring to the

official sciences.

And then obtain a special

permission from my superiors.

But I must warn you

that not all priest

capable of being exorcist.

One needs experience in

exorcism and complete authority.

(spooky choral music)

(screams)

(grunting)

(discorded ambient music)

(bird hooting)

You've come, my love

That's Anne's voice.

Oh, my god.

How's that possible that you?

Don't ask me questions.

The important thing is

we're alone together.

We're going to love each other.

(grunting)

Let me go!

Kiss me, my love.

You love me!

Willy, you want to or not?

You will be mine!

(grunting)

(thudding)

I knew you'd finally give in.

Kiss me, my love.

I said kiss me!

Pig!

You kissed Anne.

You're well-hung.

Oh, what good are

they to you now?

(creepy ambient music)

I would say that this crime

looks like the work of

a sex maniac, Father.

Similar to the death of

the child and the desecration

of the church when

they stole the chalice.

If they're related,

we better start thinking

in terms of a dangerous madman

or in something more calculated.

No, that old gypsy

allowed herself to die.

She wasn't a victim of a madman.

I think this is a

clear case of Satanism.

Don't try to obey the truth

with fantasy, Father Juan.

This young man had accused

the authority of inefficiency.

Used by even determine.

And that's the reason he died.

The killer is inventive and

has added a macabre detail

to distract our attention.

William Grant died for calling

things by their proper name.

My newspaper would

be used to denounce

the authorities daily.

If they continue their

policy, I mean action.

The police does what it can.

The very lack of logic makes

the matter more difficult

because if he...

Somebody's being

covered for, Mr. Barnes.

Not a single arrest.

I'll uncover it.

Don't you worry!

(creepy ambient music)

[Anne] Hello, I'd like

to speak to Will Grant.

[Secretary] Who's

calling, please?

[Anne] Tell him

it's Anne Crawford.

[Secretary] Just a moment,

I'll call him to the phone.

Bill, hey, Bill.

It's your love.

Was that the conversation?

Do you recognize the voices?

Exactly.

I didn't know we

were being recorded.

Okay, here's a transcription

of the conversation.

Check it over, please.

Exactly.

Would you please sign it?

Thank you very much.

We're through for today.

But we'll need you as

a witness at the trial.

I'm at your disposal.

I'll do whatever I can.

Thank you once again.

Bring in the other woman.

Would you come in, miss?

Sit down, would you?

[William] Hi, honey.

[Anne] Sorry, to bother you.

I have to see you

right away, darling.

It's very important.

[William] Right now?

But Anne, I'm snowed

under with work!

[Anne] Forget the newspaper

for once in your life.

I'm in danger.

I can't come into your office.

We shouldn't be seen together.

If you really love me, go the

park with the next half hour.

I'll be waiting for

you next to the statue.

Don't forget I love you so.

[William] Anne?

Do you recognize your voice?

I don't know.

I don't understand this.

I didn't speak to William.

I said none of those things.

Hm, that attitude

will get you nowhere.

Anyone would swear

that that's your voice.

Listen, Ms. Crawford.

You're better off to accept

then sign your statement.

You phoned your fiance of

don't you recognize his voice?

Yes, it's his voice, all right

and the woman's voice is

perhaps similar to mine.

I don't know what my

own voice sounds like.

But I'm telling you, I didn't

call William last night.

[Morrison] You think someone

impersonated your voice?

It's possible.

I hope that I prove it though.

Uh, you said that you're

in the Catholic church

at that time and yet, you're

not of the Catholic faith.

Can you explain that?

I wanted to speak

to Father Juan.

[Morrison] At

that time of night?

It's was an urgent matter.

Would you tell me about it?

It was about Susan.

She's the daughter of

the police commissioner.

What could be so

wrong with a child

that you'd wanna visit a priest

at that time of the night?

I think,

I think she's bewitched.

What?

Well, let's leave

that for the moment.

You were with the

priest for 15 minutes.

Now, what did you do afterwards?

I already told you.

I stopped in the garden.

For what?

To think about things.

It's all so confusing.

Ah yes, so I see.

When you entered

the garden later,

was the policeman still there?

No, I only saw the

policeman when I left.

What's here is clear enough.

I think it's your voice.

And the experts we

consult will think so too.

Now let's this get over

with once and for all.

You phoned your

fiance, yes or no?

I didn't call him!

I didn't see William last night.

I swear it!

I have a gift for you.

Susan, what are you doing here?

Oh, what's this you brought me?

I like it very much.

I know you'll like it.

My little girl.

Who let this

little girl in here?

[Police] She's the daughter

of Commissioner Barnes.

I don't care if

she's the daughter

of the secretary

of the treasury.

That imbecile at the door just

let her walk right in here.

Come on, little girl.

Come with me.

I'll be going.

I've got a lot of things to do.

So long.

Goodbye, my dear.

Be a good girl.

Don't give your

father any trouble

while I'm out of the house, huh.

Wait a minute!

What did you say your name was?

Susan.

How many times do

I have to tell you?

What you say we

play a little game

called what do you think?

I don't have time

for things like that.

I'll ask you questions and

you'll give me quick answers.

Would you like that?

You wanna interrogate me, eh.

Uh, well, yes.

Something like that.

Shall we play?

Better not waste my time.

What do you wanna know?

That dark stain

there on your pocket.

What is it?

Oh, stain.

Can't you see it's blood?

I am Police Chief Morrison.

The stupidest man in

the whole damn county.

Hey, that's my voice.

(Anne screaming)

What?

What's wrong?

(dark ambient music)

Don't drink

anymore, Mr. Barnes.

It won't help matters.

Better keep your mind alert.

We're facing an enemy

that's powerful and cruel.

You still believe all of

this is a work of the devil?

Now, more than ever.

Susan could never have

done such monstrous thing

to poor old Will.

It's absurd.

She's been kidnapped.

I'm sure of it.

Where could she be?

What are the police doing?

They'll find her.

Don't lament yourself.

Give your men time.

Meanwhile, what's

happening to her?

Pardon, sir.

A servant gave me this ring

to deliver to Father Juan.

It was given to her by a young

woman who died this morning.

Do you remember this?

(melancholic music)

By the ring of summon.

Mother Gautiere, I

invoke you to come

and to help me tonight.

Mother Gautiere,

present yourself.

Present yourself.

(spooky ambient music)

Mother Gautiere.

My name is Susan.

No!

You are the princess

of the old wonders.

I'm the daughter of

Police Commissioner Barnes.

You are Mother Gautiere.

I will be when it's necessary.

Why have you called me?

A sacrifice must be made.

The sisters want a meeting.

They'll have it.

[Gypsy] We need a child

who is not yet been baptized.

That's not your job.

You simply call the

sisters to a meeting.

When for?

For tonight at

midnight, within an hour.

I shall do as you order.

(doorbell buzzing)

Well, hello, Susan.

But I thought you were...

Where's my aunt?

[Aunt] Who is it?

It's me, Susan.

Susan.

At this time of night?

Are you all right?

Fine, I never felt better, why?

Everybody's looking for you.

Your father is very upset.

How's my little cousin?

Fine.

But tell me, what

happened to you?

Has he been baptized yet?

No, he hasn't been baptized yet.

You know, what a

fright you gave us.

Why did you run away?

May I see him?

Of course.

Of course, you can see him.

Go on in to the nursery.

But don't make any noise.

I don't want him to wake up.

I wish your Uncle John was here.

He would know what to do.

He would've been

with your father

but you know he never

misses a reunion

with his old students.

And he's a three-hour

drive away.

Call daddy, he's

worried about me.

Yes, of course.

I guess I should

call right away.

What do you wasting

so much time for?

I'll call right now.

I'm so confused.

So many horrible

things are happening.

Yes, she's here now.

Don't be long.

Susan, don't play tricks now.

(discorded music)

Oh my god!

He's gone!

Susan!

(discorded music)

Hurry up, please!

I must speak to

Commissioner Barnes.

Please, hurry up!

[Barnes] You

shouldn't come along.

You've been through

enough today.

[Juan] He's right,

you get some rest.

[Anne] I must see Susan.

Don't you understand?

I can't stay here.

[Juan] It's very likely that

Susan knows nothing about it.

[Barnes] If it upsets

you stay here alone,

you better come.

Hey, you men!

Don't follow us.

You take the southern route.

(dark ambient music)

Lord and master, Lucifer.

I recognize you as my

powerful master and prince.

And I promise to serve you and

obey you as long as I live.

To do evil, to spread

confusion and hatred!

[Morrison] Hold it!

You're all under arrest!

(women panicking and shrieking)

Susan!

(gunshots bang)

(grunting)

(groaning)

(fast-paced discorded music)

(baby crying)

Susan, stop!

Susan, in the name of God!

(hissing)

(wind howling)

(baby crying)

Susan!

(growling)

I am going to die,

you perverted pastor!

(grunting)

(growling)

Take that away!

Fight on your own, you coward!

Don't hide behind that!

Show your face!

Vade retro Satan!

Go back to the hell you deserve!

You can't forget that

I'm the one you once loved.

I was young and fresh.

I had illusion.

No.

You're not Esther.

You don't deceive me.

When I died, I came

to our Mother Gautiere.

Don't throw me out.

You always hurt your Esther.

Leave me alone, go.

You're my only love.

You know that.

I beg you.

For all the awful

things you did to me.

Go away and leave me alone.

(mellow music)

No, you're not Esther.

You're the spirit of Satan.

You're simply trying

to confuse me!

Vade retro Satan!

Vade retro!

(Susan screaming)

(screaming)

(sobbing)

(mellow eerie music)

She's left now.

I'm free.

She'll let me die in peace.

(sobbing)

(light mellow music)

(deep orchestral music)

The Possessed (1975) - full transcript