Exorcismus (The Possession of Amy Evans / La posesión de Emma Evans)

I can do it.

- Go away. - Hey.

No, you-- leave me alone.

Come on, come on, come on.

Get off!

I'm going to do it. I'm going to it.

Gonna do, do, do it.

You're just cheating now.

No, I'm not. I can win this.

Not you. You're a loser.

Ugh.

Goal!

Goal!

Yes!

How about it?

Shall we play another game?

I'm sick of you and your childish games.

You're just scared of losing.

Come on.

No.

I'll just play by myself.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Well, look, I'm just getting through the door.

So, yeah, if you just give me five minutes,

I can email it to you.

Okay.

Yeah, okay. Bye.

Hi, love.

Hey.

Finish the article?

More or less.

- And you? - So-so.

We still need more tests for the new drug.

More tests?

Poor little guinea pigs.

Done your homework, you two?

- Yes. - Mm.

How's the hand? Does it still hurt?

Are we still sulking?

What's the problem?

It's because of that concert she wants to go to in London.

Emma, I've already told you once.

That evening, I have to stay late at the lab,

and your father has a meeting at the magazine.

We need you to take care of Mark.

- Again? - Yes, again.

I can take care myself.

That's enough of that, thank you.

Besides, you're still too young to be going to concerts.

Alex and Rose are going,

and they're nearly the same age as me.

Two years older is not "nearly the same age."

You know, instead of thinking about going out so much,

you should try studying a bit more.

I don't care what your cousins are up to.

I know what's best for you, okay?

But, Dad...

You know what, you never let me do what I want!

- Yes! Got it! - Please stop playing with that game?

Emma, stop shouting.

You know, if you want something just say.

Stop bawling like a five-year-old.

I thought their heads had dropped

and they'd conceded, but they've come back strongly.

Penalized for that challenge.

Emma!

Emma.

Lucy!

I don't know what's happening.

Call an ambulance.

Come on, quick!

Um, yeah. I need an ambulance.

My daughter, she's having a fit or something.

Yeah.

Emma Evans.

EXORCISMUS

Mum.

Have you and Dad had a chat yet about

what we said about secondary school?

Yes.

And?

We both think it's still too soon.

Probably next year.

But for the moment,

the important thing is that you get better.

Okay?

Hey.

How's my favorite sister?

Mm.

So...any news?

No. John's talking to the doctor now.

Oh, here's Dad now.

Hi, Chris.

Well, it's good news.

All the tests have turned out negative.

Hmm?

And?

I find this incredible, but they don't seem

to have the slightest idea what caused the attack.

- So what are we supposed to do? - Nothing.

Just wait and hope it doesn't happen again.

And how are you feeling, Em?

Emma.

I'm fine.

Don't worry.

God won't let anything bad happen to you.

I'm going to get another drink.

Chris.

I know Emma's been to see you

- several times this year, hasn't she? - Yeah, she helps me out in the canteen.

Why?

Has she ever said that she was depressed about anything?

She's a teenager.

She just wants to go to school like everyone else.

But...you know that.

Lucy, maybe we're making a big mistake.

What do you mean?

It's only natural that Emma wants

to be with kids her own age.

Oh, John, we've talked about this over and over again.

You know the statistics as well as I do.

Kids who study at home start college much better.

Emma isn't a statistic, Lucy.

She's our daughter.

And she is just--she's just not happy at the moment.

When she's older,

she'll thank us for everything we're doing for her.

You'll see.

Drive safely, darling.

Do you hear me?

Yes, Mum. Don't worry.

Hi.

Hey.

How'd you get on at the doctor's?

Fine. It was nothing in the end.

- Great. That's good news. - Hi, Emma.

Hi, Auntie.

You missed one hell of a gig, Emma.

So shit they wouldn't let you come.

Your parents just need to chill out.

Are you okay?

Sorry.

My mum's crazy.

She treats me as if I'm the same age

as my spoilt brother.

Well, you two, I'm off.

When I finish my exams, we'll have another party.

- Take care, yeah? - All right.

You be nice to Mum.

Yeah. See you in a bit.

Emma, what are you doing out here?

They're waiting for you inside.

- Come on. - Okay, yeah. Okay.

Okay.

Can I have your French homework, please?

Oui, professeur.

Oui professeur.

Fine, Mark.

Emma.

Why isn't it finished?

Emma, you can't keep using the excuse of your hand--

I have to go to the bathroom.

Sis?

Haven't you been taught to knock?

The door was open.

It's my fault, then, I suppose.

Well, what is it now?

You were writing on the mirror,

and your eyes were...

It freaked me out.

Oh, get lost, you creep.

Happy birthday, cous.

I have a little prezzie for ya.

Enjoy.

Emma?

Yeah?

I need to talk to you.

Can you come down to my study for a minute?

Yeah, I'm coming.

Emma.

What's wrong?

What?

If I tell you, you have to promise you won't tell Alex.

Yeah.

My parents are taking me to see a psychologist.

Is that all?

Emma, loads of kids at my school see psychologists.

It's fine.

But the thing is,

the guy that they're sending me to see is, like, a freak.

Why?

He hypnotizes people.

What if I tell him about all the dodgy stuff I get up to,

and I don't even realize it, like?

Look, we can easily find a solution for that,

if you want.

All right, well, I'm just going to dim

the lights a little bit.

There.