The Exorcist III: Legion Page #2

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The whole world

is a homicide victim, Father.

Would a God who is good

invent something like death?

Plainly speaking, it's a lousy idea.

It's not popular, Father. It's not a winner.

There you go, blaming God.

Who should I blame? Phil Rizzuto?

You wouldn't wanna live forever.

Yes, I would.

No, you wouldn't. You'd get bored.

I have hobbies.

In the meantime, we have cancer

and mongoloid babies and murderers...

monsters prowling the planet,

even prowling this neighborhood, Father.

Right now all our children suffer...

and our loved ones die.

And your God goes waltzing blithely

through the universe...

like some kind of cosmic Billie Burke.

Bill, it all works out right.

When?

At the end of time.

That soon?

No, we're gonna be there. We're gonna

live forever, Bill. We're spirits.

How I would love to believe that.

It's that kid that got killed on the dock,

isn't it? I heard it on the news.

You wanna talk about it?

You knew him.

A little bit. Police Boys Club.

His name was Thomas. Thomas Kintry.

Black boy, about 12 years old.

The killer...

drove an ingot into each of his eyes...

then cut off his head.

Is this okay, Father?

I can get you something else.

Some more coffee?

In place of his head was the head

from a statue of Christ...

all done up in blackface,

like a minstrel show, you know.

The eyes and the mouth painted white.

Mr. Bones.

The boy had been crucified...

on a pair of rowing oars.

May the Lord be in your heart

and help you to confess your sins.

Yes?

I have...

a scrupulous conscience, Father.

This need to confess...

so many things.

If I step on two straws

in the shape of a cross...

I feel that I have to confess it.

It torments me.

Try to make a good confession.

And remember,

Christ forgives us all of our sins.

Only little things. Nothing.

Seventeen of them, Father.

The first was that waitress

near Candlestick Park.

I cut her throat and watched her bleed.

She bled a great deal.

It's a problem that I'm working on, Father.

All this bleeding.

Hmm, hmm, hmm.

I don't know. I don't know.

He was such a good...

You know, I've been thinking, lieutenant...

This is new.

Do we really need prints

from the inside of the sliding panel?

All you're gonna get

are the prints of the priest.

Yes, I know.

Then what's the point?

I'm padding the job.

Huh.

We got an autopsy on the boy.

Yes.

Kintry didn't die from the decapitation.

He was injected with a drug

called succinylcholine.

They use it in electroshock therapy.

But injecting 10 milligrams...

for each 50 pounds of body weight

causes immediate and total paralysis.

The kid couldn't move or scream while the killer

was nailing and cutting him up.

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