American Exorcist

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Oh! White Christmas.

It's been so long.

I forgot what it felt like.

Life is wasted on the living.

Oh, you don't even know what you got.

What are you doing after the party?

- Oh, you're the boss. - I'm the boss!

Yes!

Hey, hey.

Let me just hop in here, Hal.

Pour ourselves a drink.

Could use one.

Didn't make my quarter this year.

Probably not going to make it.

Oh, yeah.

Not for lack of trying, though.

Bud stole my leads.

- You're the boss. - I'm the boss.

Oh, you're the boss.

He actually... he gave them to me

and then he took them right back.

Took them back.

Yeah.

God, I hate cold corn.

Bud-oostie, huh?

He's boffing his secretary while he's got a wife at home.

Oh, yeah, boss baby. Oh, yeah.

I hate this job.

Mrs. Elwood.

Did you know?

Look, I hate him just as much as you do, trust me.

Oh, I doubt it.

Oh, no, no, please, please!

- Oh, shit! - Hey, Bud!

Your wife's here.

None of you can be trusted!

None of you.

Yeah...

- I'm the boss, baby. - Oh, you're the boss.

Oh, I'm so fucking close.

Oh, yeah, you're the boss!

I'm the boss!

Oh!

Oh, jeez...

You're not the man I married.

This place has changed you.

Are you fucking nuts?

Stay right where you are.

Holly, honey,

- I can explain... - Shut up.

You can't talk your way out of this one.

Please, I'm sorry!

Apology accepted.

I still love you.

Every minute with you has been a shrieking hell.

When they said sisters, I thought they meant

a pair of nuns.

No, sir, we're blood.

I'm René, this is Georgette.

Can you help my daughter?

We're the only ones who can.

It's best if you wait outside.

- Well, what can I do? - Pray.

She looks sick.

She is sick.

No, like she needs a doctor.

You wanted to be a part of the family business?

Yeah.

Then do like Grandma taught us.

Get her feet.

Get her feet.

Fine!

Be ready.

We'll trap it with this.

It's holy.

I'm speaking to the entity within this girl.

This body is not yours.

Leave now, or be trapped here for all eternity.

I will kill you.

Please. I need a doctor.

Please.

Please. Help me.

I need a doctor.

Quick, the box.

Give me the box.

We should stop.

It's too late.

Please.

Be gone!

Be gone! Be gone!

Don't break the circle.

Don't break the circle.

Georgette! Georgette!

- So they're making this all up. - I just want to finish.

Are you calling these people liars?

I'm just saying they're misinformed.

Ah, misinformed. If you're just joining us,

welcome Georgette DuBois,

professional skeptic.

A new book, The Irrational God,

DuBois reveals a softer side.

The book covers her childhood,

including her own struggles with faith,

and her discovery of science.

She became famous for her pioneering work in psychology.

But these days, her reputation stems mostly

from her crusade against faith healers and psychic mediums.

What I do is a little bit more complicated than that.

You're on a mission against the faithful.

I'm referring to your run-in with Father Heaven Lee,

the exorcist.

Oh, you mean Harrison Miller Lee,

the indicted criminal.

There are those that say he cured them.

He's a parasite.

Aren't some things beyond explanation?

Don't some things require faith?

It's one thing not to know,

but we can't stop looking for answers.

You know, in the 19th century, the work of serial killers

was mistaken for evidence of werewolves or vampires.

We have to confront the ugly truths.

We can't keep hiding from reality

in some well-meaning fairy tale.

Well, you're not buying it.

I have 100 years of medicine on my side.

If your loved one is speaking in tongues,

then they're probably having a seizure,

not a message from God.

You're building a career by tearing down the institutions

and beliefs that are important to millions.

Do you ever feel your skepticism is alienating, Miss DuBois?

I've always been the odd man out.

Maybe you fit in by being the odd man.

Maybe.

You come from a long line of fortune-tellers and mediums.

Do you not?

Is this crusade something more personal, perhaps?

Is this just an act of defiance against your family?

No, it's quite the opposite, actually.

Nothing would make me happier than finding evidence

of the supernatural.

Stay right there.

When we return, we'll hear from...

You look lost.

Oh.

I don't believe I'm in the right place.

Well, where are you supposed to be?

Is this the American Building?

I'm here about the disturbances. I believe we spoke on the phone.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I barely recognized your voice.

There was a doggy barking pretty loudly in the background.

Yes, I...

I have quite a few, actually.

Yes, me too.

Can't help collecting strays.

Well, everybody needs a good home.

You know, I couldn't have said that better myself.

This place was originally an apartment complex.

And then a hotel for about a minute.

And offices ever since.

There was a time when more than a thousand people

walked through this lobby every morning.

Yup, those were the days.

This is actually my first office job.

Okey-dokey.

Should we start with the crime scene?

Yes, please.

Now, Mrs. Elwood shot Mr. Elwood

right next to where you're standing.

And then she turned the gun on herself.

A crime of passion.

I guess so.

Smaller than I imagined.

What do coffins and condoms have in common?

Um... I don't know. What?

They're both for stiffs.

So, what's the power situation up here?

Still purrs like a pussycat.

Be a dear and go throw the switch

in that box by the elevator.

So is the activity always concentrated

around the holidays?

Yeah.

Christmas always seems to bring bad luck.

Let's see.

I mean, the architect died the day the building opened,

back in December 24th, 1919.

Elevator crash.

Jeez, talk about a bad sign.

Yeah. It gets worse.

Let's see, there was the suicide in '38.

Arson in '54.

Outbreak in '76.

There were rumors of a curse.

The girls in the typing pool

claimed to have seen weird things.

But it wasn't until the massacre of '84