I sure do love you.
- Good morning. - Good morning, Mrs. MacNeil.
- How are you today? - Fine, thank you.
It's okay, I've got it. Thanks.
- Good morning, madam. - Good morning, Karl.
Oh, Karl, we've got rats in the attic. You'd better get some traps.
Rats?
I'm afraid so.
But the attic is clean.
All right, then, we've got clean rats.
- No rats. - I just heard them, Karl.
Maybe plumbing.
Yeah, or maybe rats. Now, will you just get the traps?
Yes, I go now.
- Don't go now. The stores aren't open yet. - I'll go see.
They're closed!
In the group over here, I need a couple of priests, a nun...
That's exactly what we want.
Is this scene really essential? Would you just consider if we can do without it?
Look at this damn thing. It just doesn't make sense.
It's plain. You're a teacher of the college. You don't want the building torn down.
- I can read, for Christ's sake! - Well, what's wrong?
Well, why are they tearing the building down?
Shall we summon the writer? He's in Paris, I believe.
Hiding?
Fucking.
Scene 39: Hotel. Take four.
All right. Hustle back on in.
Is this your campus?
Let's get the Defense Department off this campus!
It's our school!
They have no right!
I've seen enough killing in my life!
There's no reason for it anymore!
Wait a minute!
We're all concerned with human rights, for God's sake...
but the kids who want to get an education have a right, too!
Don't you understand? It's against your own principle, for God's sake!
You can't accomplish anything by shutting kids off from their...
If you want to effect any change, you have to do it within the system.
Okay, cut! That's a wrap.
I think I'll walk home tonight, Mike. Here, take that and drop it by my house.
Good night, Tom.
There's not a day in my life that I don't feel like a fraud.
I mean, priests, doctors, lawyers. I've talked to them all.
I don't know anyone who hasn't felt that.
Hello?
In here.
- Hi. How did your day go? - Not too bad.
It was like the Walt Disney version of the Ho Chi Minh Story.
Other than that, it was terrific. What have we got, anything exciting?
Also, you got an invitation.
What's this?
Dinner at the White House.
You're kidding! Is it a big party or something?
I think it's five or six people.
Thursday? All right.
Hi, Mom.
What did you do today?
- Stuff. - What does "stuff" mean?
Me and Sharon played a game in the backyard.
And we had a picnic down by the river.
Mom, you should have seen it!
This man came along on this beautiful gray horse.
Really? What kind?
Was it a mare, a gelding?
I think it was a gelding.
It was gray.
It was so beautiful.
The guy let me ride it all around and everything.
She rode it for about half an hour.
I loved it! Mom, can't we get a horse?
- Not while we're in Washington, honey. - Why not, Mom?
We'll see when we get home, okay?
- When could I have one? - We'll see, Regan. We'll see.
On the party invitations, I want to write a personal...
Regan, don't! Come back!
- All right, give it up. Give it up! - No!
You'll be sorry!
Father?
Could you help an old altar boy?
I'm a Catholic.
Mama?
- I'm so glad to see you. - You look good.
I'm all right.
- How's your leg? - How about you? You are all right?
I'm fine, Mama.
Your Uncle John...
passed by to visit me.
Really? When?
Last month.
- Is that too tight? - No.
You have to stay off it. You can't go up and down the stairs. Give it a rest.
Okay.
I could take you somewhere where you'd be safe. You wouldn't be alone.
There would be people around.
You wouldn't be sitting here listening to the radio.
You understand me?
This is my house and I'm not going no place.
Dimmy, you worry for something?
- No, Mama. - You are not happy?
Tell me, what is the matter?
Mama, I'm all right. I'm fine. Really, I am.
Here it comes.
There!
- Look at that! - Do you like it?
Isn't that funny?
I better put him over here to dry, though. He's still wet.
Hey, where did this come from?
- I found it. - Where?
In the closet.
Have you been playing with it?
- Yep. - Do you know how?
I'll show you.
Wait a minute. You need two.
No, you don't. I do it all the time.
Well, let's both play.
You really don't want me to play?
No, I do! Captain Howdy said no.
- Captain who? - Captain Howdy.
Who's Captain Howdy?
You know. I make the questions and he does the answers.
- Captain Howdy. I see. - He's nice.
I'll bet he is.
Here, I'll show you.
Captain Howdy, do you think my mom is pretty?
Captain Howdy, that isn't very nice.
- Maybe he's sleeping. - You think?
Why are you reading that stuff?
Because I like it.
It's not even a good picture of you.
- You look so mature. - I wouldn't talk!
You wouldn't talk?
I didn't have my makeup man there.
Let me take an eyelash off your face.
No, I didn't get it.
What are we going to do on your birthday? Isn't it nice it's on Sunday this year?
No work? What can we do?
I don't know.
What would you like to do? Got any ideas?
Let me think...
We never finished seeing all the sights in Washington.
We didn't get to the Lee Mansion, lots of stuff.
Shall we do that? Go sightseeing?
- If it's a nice day? - Yeah, let's do that.
And tomorrow night, I'll take you to a movie.
I love you!
I love you, Rags.
We'll have a good day.
You can bring Mr. Dennings, if you like.
Mr. Dennings?
Well, you know, it's okay.
Thank you very much...
but why would I want to bring Burke on your birthday?
Well, you like him.
Yeah, I like him. Don't you like him? What's going on? What is this?
You're going to marry him, aren't you?
You've got to be kidding! Me marry Burke Dennings?
Don't be silly. Of course not.
Where did you ever get an idea like that?
But you like him.
Of course I like him. I like pizzas too, but I'm not going to marry one.
You don't like him like Daddy?
Regan, I love your daddy.
I'll always love your daddy, honey.
Burke just comes around here a lot because...
well, he's Ionely. He don't got nothing to do!
Well, I heard differently.
Oh, you did? What did you hear?
I don't know. I just thought.
Well, you didn't think so good.
How do you know?
Because Burke and I are just friends. Okay? Really.
Are you ready for sleep?
Good night, honey.
It's my mother, Tom.
She's alone and I never should have left her.
At least in New York, I'd be near her. I'd be close to her.
I could see about a transfer, Damien.
I need reassignment, Tom. I want out of this job. It's wrong, it's no good.
You're the best we've got.
Am I really?
It's more than psychiatry, and you know that, Tom.
Some of their problems come down to their faith...
their vocation, the meaning of their lives, and I can't cut it any more.
I need out. I'm unfit.
I think I've lost my faith, Tom.
Hello?
Yes, this is Mrs. MacNeil.
Operator, you have got to be kidding!
I have been on this line for 20 minutes!
Jesus Christ! Can you believe this?
He doesn't even call his daughter on her birthday!
Maybe the circuit is busy.
Circuit, my ass! He doesn't give a shit!
- Why don't you let me... - No, I've got it, Sharon. It's all right.
Don't tell me there's no answer. It's the Hotel Excelsior in Rome!
Would you try it again, please, and let it ring?
Hello? Yes.
No, Operator, I've given you the number four times!
Do you take an illiteracy test to get that job, for Christ's sake?
Don't tell me to be calm, goddamn it!
Yeah?
You're kidding me!
I thought I just went to bed.
What are we doing, Scene 61?
Just remind Flo about that blue belt.
What are you doing here?
My bed was shaking.
I can't get to sleep.
Goddamn it!
Jesus Christ, Karl, don't do that!
I'm very sorry, but you see? No rats.
No rats. Thanks a lot. That's terrific.
Oh, my God!
Unroll your fist.
Arm up.
Very good. That wasn't so bad, was it?
Remain perfectly still. Breathe normally.
Tell me if you feel a vibration.
Regan?
You feel anything?
Can you feel this?
I don't feel anything.
Put this in your mouth.
Keep it there.
This tells your temperature. When the red light goes on...
that's your temperature.
I don't want it.
A disorder of the nerves...
at least we think it is.
We don't know yet exactly how it works.
It's often seen in early adolescence.
She shows all the symptoms.
Hyperactivity.
Her temper.
Performance in math.
Why the math? What is that?
It affects her concentration.
Now this is for Ritalin.
10 milligrams a day.
Is that a tranquilizer?
It's a stimulant.
A stimulant? My God, she's higher than a kite now.
Her condition isn't quite what it seems.
Nobody knows the cause of hyperkinetic behavior in a child.
The Ritalin seems to work to relieve the condition.
And as to how or why, we really don't know.
But her symptoms could be overreaction to depression.
That's out of my field.
My daughter isn't depressed.
You mentioned her father and the separation...
Do you think I should take her to a psychiatrist?
No. I think we should wait and see what happens with the Ritalin.
I think that's the answer.
Let's wait two, three weeks.
All right. And the lies she's been telling? That's part of it?
- Lies? - Like saying her bed's shaking.
Have you ever known your daughter to swear?
- To use obscenities? - No, never.
Interesting.
Similar to things like her lying...
it's uncharacteristic. - I don't understand. She doesn't swear.
She let loose quite a string while I was examining her.
I find that hard to believe. What did she say?
Her vocabulary is rather extensive.
Well, give me an example. Like what?
Specifically, what did she say?
Specifically, Mrs. MacNeil...
she advised me to keep my fingers away from her...
goddamned cunt.
I can't believe it.
You don't think a psychiatrist...
No. I think the best explanation is always the simplest.
We'll wait. We'll wait and see.
In the meantime...
try not to worry.
How?
The edema affected her brain, you understand?
She don't let no doctor come near her.
She was all the time screaming, even talking to the radio.
You should've called me when it happened.
Regular hospital is not going to put up with that, Dimmy.
We give her a shot and bring her here...
until the doctors fix up her leg, then we take her right out.
Two or three months and she's out, good as new!
We want to see Mrs. Karras.
- Do you have an appointment? - Yes.
- Are you a relative? - I am her brother. He is her son.
Just a minute.
You know, it's funny.
If you weren't a priest, you'd be a famous psychiatrist now on Park Avenue.
Your mother would be living in a penthouse instead of there.
You go in, Dimmy. I'll wait for you outside.
You'll find Mrs. Karras on the last bed on the left-hand side.
It's Dimmy, Mama.
Why did you do this to me, Dimmy?
Why?
Come on, I'll take you out of here. Mama, I'm going to take you home.
Mama, everything's going to be all right. I'm going to take you home.
- Couldn't you have put her someplace else? - Like what?
Private hospital? Who's got the money for that?
You?
There seems to be an alien pubic hair in my drink.
I beg your pardon?
Never seen it before in my life. Have you?
We're pretty comfortable up there...
compared to the Gemini and Mercury programs, which were tight for space.
We've got about 210 cubic feet, so we can move around.
If you ever go up there again, will you take me along?
What for?
First missionary on Mars!
Tell me, was it public relations you did for the Gestapo or community relations?
I'm Swiss!
Yes, of course.
And you never went bowling with Goebbels, either, I suppose.
Nazi bastard!
Over behind the church. You know where I mean? It's a red brick wing.
What goes on there? Who's the priest I keep seeing there?
He's there all the time. He has black hair and he's very intense looking.
- Who's that? - Damien Karras.
That's his office the back of Saint Mike's. He's our psychiatric counselor.
He had a pretty rough knock last night, poor guy. His mother passed away.
She was living by herself, and...
I guess she was dead a couple of days before they found her.
Cunting Hun!
Bloody, damned, butchering, Nazi pig!
Stop it! I'll kill you!
What's for dessert?
You sleeping?
Burke, your car's at the curb. Louie's waiting. It's nice and warm.
Yes, honey. What?
Fuck it.
- Was he acting up! - Blind is what he was.
Hi, Chris. It's a great party.
Yeah, don't stop. Keep going.
I don't need any encouragement. My idea of heaven is a solid white nightclub...
with me as a headliner for all eternity, and they love me.
"Down on the eastside of toidy-toid and toid
"That's my home sweet home!"
I think we've got a guest.
You're going to die up there.
Oh, my God, honey.
Honey, what's the matter?
I'm sorry, she's been sick. She didn't know what she was saying.
What made you say that, Regan?
Do you know, sweetheart?
Mother?
What's wrong with me?
It's just like the doctor said. It's nerves, and that's all.
You just take your pills and you'll be fine. Really.
Okay?
Is it coming out, Willie?
Yes, I think so.
Mother!
Where'd you get the money for the Chivas Regal, the poor box?
That's an insult. I've got a vow of poverty.
Where'd you get it, then?
I stole it.
I believe you.
College presidents shouldn't drink. Tends to set a bad example.
I figure I saved him from a big temptation.
Oh, Christ!
I should have been there. I wasn't there.
There was nothing you could do.
Lie down.
Give me the butt. Come on.
- Now you think you can sleep? - Yes.
- Are you going to steal my shoes now? - No.
I tell fortunes by reading the creases. Now, shut up and go to sleep.
Good night.
Stealing is a sin.
I don't want it!
Honey, it's to help you.
I don't want it!
You fucking bastard!
Remember also, O Lord, Thy servant, Mary Karras...
who has gone before us...
with the sign of faith, and sleeps the sleep of peace.
"Lord, I am not worthy to receive you.
"But only say the Word and I shall be healed.
"May the body of Christ bring thee to everlasting life."
It's a symptom...
of a type of disturbance in the chemical-electrical activity of the brain.
In your daughter's case, in the temporal lobe.
Up here in the lateral part of the brain.
It's rare, but it does cause bizarre hallucinations...
and usually just before a convulsion.
A convulsion?
The shaking of the bed. That's doubtless due to muscular spasms.
No, no, that was no spasm.
I got on the bed.
The whole bed was thumping and rising off the floor...
and shaking, the whole thing! With me on it!
Mrs. MacNeil, the problem with your daughter is not her bed.
It's her brain.
What causes this?
Lesion in the temporal lobe.
It's a kind of seizure disorder.
Look, Doc, I really don't understand how her whole personality could change.
In the temporal lobe, it's very common.
It is?
It can last for days, even weeks.
It isn't rare to find destructive...
even criminal behavior.
Hey, do me a favor, will you? Tell me something good.
Don't be alarmed. If it's a lesion, in a way, she's fortunate.
All we have to do is remove the scar.
Regan, can you sit up and scoot over here?
A little more.
Good.
I'm just going to move you down on the table, okay?
That's just for a short time.
You're doing fine.
Very sticky.
Now, Regan, you're going to feel something a little cold and wet.
Now you're going to feel a little stick here. Don't move.
Good.
You're going to feel some pressure here. Now, don't move.
Hook up!
There's nothing there.
No vascular displacement at all.
Do you want me to run another series?
I don't think so.
I'd like you to see her again.
Excuse me, Doctor. Chris MacNeil is on the phone.
She says it's urgent.
Have you got some time?
Dr. Klein?
Yes, I'm Dr. Klein. This is Dr. Tanney.
Things have gotten worse since I phoned. Come upstairs.
- Is she having spasms again? - Yes, but they're violent.
- You gave her the medication? - Yes.
- What was that? - Thorazine.
Before that, it was Ritalin.
Chris, doctors.
Mother, please!
Please, Mother, make him stop!
It's burning! It's burning!
Do something, Doctor. Please, help her!
Make him stop! He's trying to kill me!
Mother!
Keep away!
The sow is mine!
Fuck me!
Stay away from me!
Hold her tight!
Don't let them, Mother, please!
She's heavily sedated.
She'll probably sleep through tomorrow.
What was going on in there? How could she fly off the bed like that?
Pathological states can induce abnormal strength...
accelerated motor performance.
For example...
say a 90-pound woman sees her child pinned under the wheel of a truck...
runs out and lifts the wheels a half a foot up off the ground.
You've heard the story. Same thing here.
Same principle, I mean.
So what's wrong with her?
We still think that the temporal lobe...
What are you talking about, for Christ's sake?
Did you see her or not?
She's acting like she's fucking out of her mind!
Psychotic, like a split personality, or...
There haven't been more than 100 authentic cases...
of so-called "split personality," Mrs. MacNeil.
Now, I know the temptation is to leap to psychiatry...
but any reasonable psychiatrist would exhaust the somatic possibilities first.
So, what's next?
A pneumoencephalogram, I would think, to pin down that lesion.
It will involve another spinal.
Oh, Christ!
What we missed in the EEG and the arteriograms...
could conceivably turn up there.
At least it would eliminate certain other possibilities.
Dr. Tanney says the X-rays are negative.
In other words: Normal.
Do you keep any drugs in your house?
No, of course not. Nothing like that.
Are you sure?
Of course, I'm sure.
I'd tell you.
Christ, I don't even smoke grass.
Are you planning to be home soon?
I mean to L.A.
No, I...
I'm building a new house.
My old one has been sold.
I was going to take Regan to Europe for a while after she finished school.
Why do you ask?
I think it's time we started looking for a psychiatrist.
Hello?
What do you mean going off and leaving Regan by herself?
Are you crazy? Her window's wide open!
- Didn't he tell you? - Didn't who tell me?
What's Burke got to do with it?
Nobody was here. When I went to get the Thorazine...
I had him stay with her, and...
- I should have known better. - I guess you should have!
How were the tests?
We have to start looking for a shrink.
Hi, Chuck. Come on in.
I suppose you heard.
Heard what?
You haven't heard.
Burke is dead.
He must've been drunk. He fell from the top of the steps outside.
By the time he hit M Street, he broke his neck.
Oh, God!
Yeah, I know.
When I touch your forehead, open your eyes.
Are you comfortable, Regan?
Yes.
How old are you?
Twelve.
Is there someone inside you?
Sometimes.
Who is it?
I don't know.
Is it Captain Howdy?
I don't know.
If I ask him to tell me, will you let him answer?
No.
Why not?
I'm afraid.
If he talks to me, I think he'll leave you.
Do you want him to leave you?
Yes.
I'm speaking to the person inside of Regan now.
If you are there, you, too, are hypnotized...
and must answer all my questions.
Come forward...
and answer me now.
Are you the person inside of Regan?
Who are you?
Father Karras?
Have we met?
No, we haven't met, but they said I could tell.
That you look like a boxer.
William F. Kinderman. Homicide.
What's this all about?
It's true. You do look like a boxer.
Like John Garfield in Body And Soul.
Exactly. John Garfield. Do people tell you that, Father?
Do people say you look like Paul Newman?
Always.
You know this director who was doing the film here...
Burke Dennings?
I've seen him.
You've seen him.
You're also familiar how last week he died?
Only what I read in the papers.
Father, what do you know on the subject of witchcraft?
From the witching end, not the hunting.
I once did a paper on it.
Really?
From the psychiatric end.
I know. I read it.
All of this desecration in the church...
do you think this has anything to do with witchcraft?
Maybe. Some rituals used in the Black Mass.
And now Dennings. You read how he died?
In a fall.
Let me tell you how. Please, Father...
confidential.
Burke Dennings, good Father...
was found at the bottom of those steps leading to M street...
with his head turned completely around...
facing backwards.
That didn't happen in the fall?
It's possible.
- Possible, however... - Unlikely.
Exactly.
So, on the one hand, we've got a witchcraft kind of murder...
and on the other hand, a Black Mass-type desecration in the church.