Deliver Us from Evil Page #3

No reason that

would interest you.

But if you do think

of something more specific,

or if I can be of any help,

please call me.

Okay-

(HISSING)

Do you think she's single?

(BUZZER RINGING) Oh, sh*t.

BUTLER:
No usable prints on the

ladder or any of the paintbrushes.

What about the security cams?

The zookeepers can't explain how

he let those goddamn lions loose.

Cameras were on

the backup genny,

but the lawyers for the zoo

want a written

request for the footage.

Should only take a day or two.

I'm gonna find that

f***ing freak painter.

I promise you. (PHONE BEEPING)

CHRISTINA:
(ON PHONE) Hi, Daddy.

I'm going to sleep now,

but first, I want to tell

you that I love you,

and I miss you, and I wish

you were home, and good night,

and I got a gold star

in class yesterday.

And I also love you,

and miss you,

and if you're home in time,

I'll see you in the morning.

Oh! Sorry.

JEN:
That's okay. I'll get you another one.

Here, give Daddy a kiss.

Be safe tonight.

BUTLER:
Sarchie.

Hey, Sarchie? Watch this.

(LAUGHING)

GORDON:
Lady's out

of her f***ing mind, man.

She's crazy. Out of her mind.

Why? What does it say?

She said that nobody's

been down in that basement

since it was

painted two weeks ago,

but that's where all the strange

noises are coming from.

I'm so sick of

these bullshit calls.

Waste of my f***ing time.

Gordon, did you say something

about a room being painted?

Yeah, it was a basement. This

crazy lady down in Belmont

complaining about some strange

disturbances, noises,

sh*t moving around

on its own. Weird, huh?

And then today she gets

a call from her father

saying, "Shut the doors, the doors.

Shut the goddamn doors."

That's not so weird.

NADLER:
Yeah, but she

swears it was her pop.

He's been dead for seven years.

She's a whackjob, trust me.

Let me see that.

Nadler, you guys

can skip this one.

We'll take the call.

Radar?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

BUTLER:
This is it. (LAUGHING)

I think the Addams

Family lives here.

You know, the last time we

took somebody else's job,

you almost got eaten.

Yeah, if something eats me here,

feel free to say,

"I told you so."

(BUTLER HUMMING ADDAMS FAMILY

THEME) (BUTLER SNAPPING FINGERS)

Salvatore Alberghetti?

We're from the 46 precinct.

May we come in?

Yes, please.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Sorry for, uh, mess.

It's, uh, much trouble here.

(SALVATORE SPEAKING ITALIAN)

You all, uh, sleeping in the living room?

SALVATORE:
Yes.

We, uh...

Since worse, we sleep

by door in case...

No sleeping alone.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

This is my wife, Serafina.

The boy, Mario, he will tell.

Hello.

Is nightmare!

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)

Since a few weeks ago,

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