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(ominous orchestral music)

(steam hissing)

What are you doing?

Not up here.

Get back down there.

Jesus.

Morons.

Hey, do you think you could speed it up?

I got another load of sheets coming from county hospital

in one hour.

You!

I'm talking to you!

You, come on!

Jesus.

(steam hissing)

Hey, move it!

Move it!

[Woman] Yes, sir.

[Man] I want that yesterday.

Good morning, Mrs. Frawley.

Good morning, dear.

You're looking good today, Sherry.

(grunting)

Hi.

Good morning.

Good morning.

You ought to watch yourself, dear.

Let me help you with that.

Take care of number one.

Don't let the pressure get to you.

What do you think about the new girl?

Lin Sue?

Oh, she's okay.

If you're not careful, you'll end up like me.

I'll keep that in mind.

[Woman] I wonder where the boss found her.

I wish she'd go back to whatever sewer she crawled out of.

[Man] Let's get that second boiler working.

I don't ever wanna see that needle

drop below standard.

Do you understand me?

Watch that pressure gauge!

Max.

Max!

Where are you?

Max!

[Max] Yeah.

[Man] What are you doing?

[Max] I'm fixing the boiler!

[Worker] Coming through!

Coming through!

Back off now.

We're coming through.

Steady now, steady now.

You better tighten the belts.

[Sherry] What?

The belts tighten them with clamps

so we can get a bigger load in.

[Worker] Now, steady.

Come on.

We're way behind.

Ow!

(steam hissing)

[Man] What are you doing?

[Worker] Watch out!

(screaming)

(electricity zapping)

[Bill] Stanner!

[Woman] Sherry!

Stanner!

[Stanner] Sir!

Yes, sir!

Ow!

[Worker] Holy shit, what was that about?

Goddamn sons of bitches.

These two idiots almost killed Sherry.

Damn it!

[Worker] Jeez, I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

Moron!

You could have killed her!

It's nothing.

I'm okay.

Sherry.

[Woman] You may need stitches.

[Sherry] No,

I'm okay now.

Mr. Gartley, sir.

Do something.

Get 'em back to work!

Work 'em like there's no tomorrow.

[Worker] You asshole.

You boys with that piece-of-shit icebox,

get it out of here!

Move!

[Worker] Pick it up.

Deliver on time, or you'll lose our business.

Move it!

Stanner, time's a-wasting.

Ticktock, ticktock, tick.

(laughing)

It's all right, George.

You know, life's a bitch,

then you die.

Get 'em back to work.

Yes, sir.

We're behind schedule as it is, goddamn it.

I got deadlines, George.

Never enough time around here, never.

You heard the man!

Let's go!

Move it!

Don't look at me!

You, get back to work.

Come on, get back to work.

Get back to work.

Come on, work with me, ladies.

(all murmuring)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

Good morning.

[Mailman] Good morning, officer.

How are you?

Have a nice day.

Shit shit shit.

Got the address?

(grunting)

It's 1216 Lake,

or is it 1218?

(eerie orchestral music)

It's over there.

(car horn honking)

[John] Oh, fuck!

What did I miss?

Shit!

Hey!

Idiot, what was that?

Hey, what was that?

Hey, idiot, I'm talking to you.

Hey, hey, hey!

No, I'm talking to the other idiot.

What was that?

What?

Can't you drive?

Move the truck.

Sir, we're just delivering an icebox.

I don't give a fuck if you're delivering

a pizza to the pope.

Move the fucking truck.

You looking for trouble, asshole?

That's officer asshole to you.

Move the truck, and then we'll talk, okay?

Okay.

Sorry about your hand, Sherry.

(eerie orchestral music)

(steam hissing)

[Man] Boss, you're not kidding.

This icebox is hot.

All right, Mr. Gates, it's time to talk.

It seems that your driver's license has expired.

Watch out!

Shit!

[Man] Uh!

Oh, I'm really sorry, officer.

Get this goddamn thing off of me!

Shit!

Numbnuts!

Jesus!

(steam hissing)

Ow!

(eerie orchestral music)

Are you okay?

Frawley!

There's no time for daydreaming.

I've got another load coming in.

Now, both of you, back to work!

Ow!

Bring the ratchet.

Oh!

Aah!

(screaming)

Oh, god!

Help me!

Oh God.

Help me, please!

(screaming)

No!

(screaming)

Aah!

(metal clanging)

(all screaming)

Hell's bells, Adelle!

Shut it off!

I don't know how!

Aah!

It won't shut off!

Shut it off!

It won't shut off!

(screaming)

Goddamn!

(metal clanging)

(grunting)

Get back, get back!

Mrs. Frawley!

Oh, my god!

Jesus!

Oh, god!

(screaming)

Out of my way!

Oh, oh, oh!

Oh, Frawley!

You stupid old bitch!

Always getting in the way.

Goddamn it, goddamn it!

Goddamn it!

Now, what's that for?

Reckless driving, illegal parking,

blocking of a public street.

Come on, pal.

Give me a break.

What do you want?

Insulting an officer?

Or being an arrogant, ignorant son of a bitch?

Since when is that a crime?

Help me, boss!

Aw, you broke my damn watch.

I'm all pooped out.

[Molly] Officer Hunton, come in.

Damn it.

You're a moron.

[Molly] Officer Hunton, come in.

Officer Hunton.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, Molly, what have you got?

[Molly] Good morning, Johnny.

How's your day so far?

Oh, my day's peachy, Molly.

What's up?

[Molly] We've got a death at the Blue Ribbon Laundry.

It's a bad one.

Sheriff Hughes got called away to an urgent meeting.

[Man] I need some help.

[Molly] What's going on,

and how many did you take this time?

[Man] Right side up.

Come on.

All right, Molly, I'm on the way.

Thanks a lot.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(crying)

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god!

No!

No!

Sherry, it's okay.

Get away from me!

Her worries are over.

Get away from me!

(crying)

(crowd murmuring)

(steam hissing)

Holy shit.

Hello.

Is Mr. Gartley here?

Mr. Gartley is unavailable.

I'm Stanner.

I'm the foreman.

Mr. Stanner,

I'm, uh I'm officer Hunton.

Can you show me what happened, Mr. Stanner?

Do I have to?

Yeah, you have to.

She's down there.

I, I can't look at it again.

It makes me sick.

She's down there.

I can't.

I'm sorry.

I can't look at it.

Yeah, right, you can't look.

(scoffing)

Run a loose shop, cut corners what do you expect?

People get hurt or killed, right?

And then he can't look.

No, he can't look at it.

(camera flashing)

Oh.

Hell of a mess, huh, Johnny?

You know, me and my old camera

were doing this long before you even came to this town.

Never did get used to it.

Yeah, right.

(camera flashing)

Oh.

Um, pictureman,

make sure I get some copies of that.

Like always.

Have I ever let you down?

Yes.

(camera flashing)

(gagging)

(vomiting)

I feel like it's all my fault.

I just wasn't strong enough.

I tried to help her.

I tried...

Okay, it's all right.

It's all right.

Excuse me, excuse me.

It's okay.

Excuse me.

I know how you feel.

Have you seen that machine?

It makes me sick to my stomach.

(sighing)

These will help.

Mrs. Frawley used to take 'em.

Oh, keep the bottle.

Thank you.

Annette Gillian.

Uh, John Hunton.

How do you do?

Hi.

Oh, poor Mrs. Frawley.

Oh, god!

(crying)

Hey, what's going on?

Nothing, Johnny.

We're here to settle a safety issue.

What's the emergency, anyway?

[Officer] There's been an accident with a speed ironer.

Let's go in.

(dramatic orchestral music)

If the safety features on this machine

meet state and local standards,

then you may resume operation.

[Stanner] Yes, thank you, Judge Bishop.

Okay, Martin, start her up.

[Martin] Stand clear, boys.

Let's start with the safety bar.

When I lift this up, the machine should stop.

Put it down, it should start.

[Judge] What is your conclusion, Mr. Martin?

Well, I'll tell you, Judge Bishop,

the safety bar seems to be working fine.

[Judge] Then I declare that this

was a case of accidental death.

This inquest is closed.

I know what you think of my work.

Look, there's no such thing

as empirical truth in theoretical parapsychology.

If you saw Seraphims and Cherubims falling out of the sky,

singing hallelujah, you wouldn't believe it.

You want proof, right?

Oh, you'll never change.

(dramatic orchestral music)

You haven't eaten much.

Why?

You're not feeling well?

There was an accident today,

the worst one I've ever seen.

Messy?

So how long is it now you've been chasing corpses?

14 years.

Oh, man, 14 years.

Ha, you know, you need to spend some

more time with the living.

(chuckling)

Jesus, you sound just like Sandy.

Sandra really loved you.

Whatever.

Uh, I just I just got to hang in there

and get my 20 years in so I can retire

and get the fuck out of this town

before I turn completely numb.

Yeah, well, uh, you know, Johnny,

you really do need to get a life.

I got a life.

What I need is a beer.

Come over if you want.

I don't suppose you know anything

about industrial laundries?

You know, I used to work in an industrial laundry

when I was an undergraduate at Berkeley.

Get out of here.

I did, man.

Really?

Yeah, sure.

Well, look, do you know that machine

they call the speed ironer?

Oh, man, yeah.

It's called a mangle.

A mangler?

Mangle.

That's the one.

That's the one.

It mangled a woman this morning.

Oh!

Over at Mr. Gartley's Blue Ribbon Laundry.

It...

There was hardly anything left of her.

No way.

No way, man.

That can't happen.

You've got a safety bar.

If someone's feeding the machine

and get their hand underneath,

the bar snaps up and turns the damn thing off.

Right.

Well, that's how I remember it.

Yeah, it's got a safety bar,

but it happened anyhow.

Oh, god.

Man, what a way to go.

I hated that machine.

(machinery clanging)

(ominous orchestral music)

Oh, fuck me!

I can't do this!

Well, it is what it is, right?

Johnny, don't.

I mean, you can't-

What?

A woman's dead, Mark.

It folded her like a sheet.

They carried her out in a basket.

Whose ass is on the line?

Nobody's ass is on the line.

Gartley owns Judge Bishop.

Judge Bishop owns the sheriff.

I mean, it's all dirty.

It's all dirty.

Yeah, but why are you fighting it, man?

I mean, wake up.

I've been in this town long enough

to know that there's some strange shit going on.

It's always been narrow-minded and corrupt.

Hell, they used to burn witches just 10 miles from here.

This puritanical ethic is still hanging over...

Look, don't start with the sprout-breath

political mystical bullshit, Mark.

I'm not in the mood this evening.

Thank you.

The woman's dead,

and that machine is running right now,

all right, like nothing happened business as usual.

Six miles from here, six miles.

Oh, whatever.

What are you supposed to do about it, huh?

[John] Have a beer.

That's what I'll do.

[Mark] Then what?

You're going to take the sins of the world

on your shoulders?

It's your fault?

I mean, you have to live a little.

You can't just take everything in.

[John] Yeah, you're right.

[Mark] Come on.

Just live a little.

You're going to get a goddamn nervous breakdown.

I'm worried about you.

[John] You want some yogurt?

I got some yogurt.

[Mark] Is it whole-wheat?

[John] Granola?

I got granola.

[Mark] Yeah, is it organic?

[John] No.

(ominous atmospheric music)

Are you okay?

I wish I could go home.

(wire blowing)

(all screaming)

[Stanner] Move away!

Move away from there!

Move away!

Move away from there!

Do something!

[Stanner] Shut that damn thing off!

Inside.

(crying)

(dramatic orchestral music)

[Lin Sue] I'm sorry.

Chaos abounds, my dear.

You'd better get used to it.

Like I told you, there's no free lunch,

no sirree, Bob, not in this lifetime.

Uh-uh.

Still, life must be better here than on the streets, hmm?

Here, the predators are few.

The benefits are many, hmm?

Hmm?

Mmm.

For I am a generous man.

I am a man of my word.

Now, then,

why don't you go in there

and freshen up for your uncle Billy?

Go on now.

Draw your bath.

Skedaddle.

Okay.

Shoo, shoo.

Shoo fly.

(crying)

Mmmm.

Mmm.

(gurgling)

Would you like to come in here and keep me company?

(grunting)

Lin Sue, Lin sue,

you sweet young woman.

I'll tell you,

the one thing worse than the devil within

is the devil without.

(phone ringing)

(eerie atmospheric music)

[John] Save my seat.

Hello.

Yeah.

What?

[Mark] What?

What is it?

There's been another accident at the laundry.

A steam hose broke loose on that machine,

burned three women.

One of them is at the hospital.

Shit.

Hey, can I come with?

(dramatic orchestral music)

[John] Hey, Pascal,

how you liking public service?

[Pascal] Oh, you know.

[John] Can you tell me what room

Annette Gillian is in, please?

[Woman] Room 132.

Thank you.

Annette, Annette!

(crying)

Remember me?

I'm officer Hunton.

Oh, I thought you were the doctor.

Well, go get a goddamn doctor!

Where is he?

Where's the doctor?

Oh, god!

What took you so long?

That's it.

Take it easy, Annette.

Take it easy.

Annette, Annette, take it easy.

This is going to take the pain away, huh?

(crying)

No pain allowed in this hospital.

There.

There we go.

That's it.

What do you want?

I'm officer Hunton.

I'm here to ask Annette about the accident.

I don't think she's up to it.

I don't think I want a second opinion.

Annette, what happened?

We was running sheets,

and the ironer just blew up.

Mr. Stanner said there must have been

a surge from the boiler or something.

I don't know.

Has anything like this ever happened before?

It all started happening

when Sherry cut her hand on one of the clamps.

On the mangler?

[Annette] Yeah.

Was there blood?

Well, I mean, did she bleed on the mangler?

There was blood everywhere,

and then later

Mrs. Frawley...

I think she's had enough.

She needs some rest.

Annette, thank you very much.

Sherry Ouelette

Mr. Gartley's niece,

just out of high school.

Mr. Gartley watches her like a hawk,

has all her life.

Won't let her have any boyfriends

or go on dates.

You know, it's almost like that machine

had tasted blood and found it liked it.

Don't women get funny ideas sometimes?

Thank you very much, Annette.

You'll be fine.

Bye-bye.

Thanks.

Come on.

Annette, I just wanted to ask...

Mark, come.

Safety inspector barely had time

to check the machine.

They railroaded that inquest through.

Said, "Everything's okay."

"Put those kids back to work."

And then, kapoom, three women burned,

one kid's disfigured for life.

Now, that's against the law in my book.

So, what do you think?

Mark?

What?

What's going on in that jelly-roll head of yours?

Nothing.

Right.

That would be a first.

Barry!

Barry!

[Mark] Was that Mrs. Ellenshaw?

[John] Yeah.

[Mark] Take it easy, man.

Right.

You, too.

Hey man,

why don't you come on over?

There's something important I want to show you.

[John] Six-pack of beer?

No.

Come on.

Are you hungry?

[John] No.

I'm going to bed.

Come on.

It's really important.

Come on.

[John] Ah, what the fuck.

Cold beer?

Is that all I'm good for?

You really know how to hurt a guy.

That's no way to treat your brother-in-law.

I suppose you'd follow me to the ends of the earth

if I asked.

[John] That's right, man.

I'd follow you to the ends of the earth, man.

[Mark] Come.

[John] What?

Frazer's Golden Bough.

Check it out.

You might learn something.

Frazer's Golden Bough,

the definitive work on magic and the occult.

Check it out, check it out.

Have you considered the possibility

that the machine might be haunted?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yes, Mark.

Yes.

That's the first thing that popped into my mind.

No.

Play along with me.

Maybe haunted is not a good word.

Let's say possessed.

Possessed.

[Mark] Yeah.

Yeah, man.

Possessed.

[John] Possessed?

Yeah!

Possessed.

By the parrot demon, right?

Okay, okay,

I'll tell you what we're gonna do, Mark,

we're gonna grab that bad boy by the throat,

shove a couple cloves of garlic up his butt,

and that'll be the end of it, right?

Man, this stuff's for real.

I'm serious about this.

I mean, check it out.

This stuff is for real.

Look, if you just look in here,

I mean, everything is pointing...

Mark, check it out.

First there is god,

then there's country, and then there's the law.

All right?

The rest is bullshit.

Okay?

This is bullshit, Mark.

Reality, bullshit.

Bullshit, reality.

This is bullshit.

(ominous atmospheric music)

[Woman] Goodnight.

[Man] Later.

(steam hissing)

(electricity zapping)

(metal clanging)

(metal screeching)

(screaming)

Help!

Whoa!

I got you, I got you.

(screaming)

It's okay, it's okay.

Shh.

It's all right, it's all right.

You'll be okay, you'll be okay.

Bring her up here, George.

But, Mr. Gartley, she's hurt, sir.

Mr. Gartley, she needs a doctor.

She needs help.

[Lin Sue] My finger!

Bring her to me.

[Mark] All spells can be reduced

to simple common denominators.

European spells mention the Hand of Glory,

and that's real trouble.

Look, spells need a catalyst

Either herbal or human or both.

The answer is in that book.

Just go for it!

[John] Uh-huh.

Carry on.

Come on, come on.

Read on, man.

Belladonna, Hand of Glory.

Blood of a virgin!

[Mark] Ha ha.

Now, that's supernatural.

Supernatural is a really misleading word, man.

Witches, demons, spirits,

all part of nature.

Like, um, okay,

a demon is a kind of energy like electricity or fire.

Sometimes it gets out of control, and people get hurt.

Thought you might want something to eat.

Thank you.

The most powerful spells always incorporate belladonna.

[John] What is belladonna?

[Mark] The Hand of Glory, or deadly nightshade.

The plant?

Yeah.

And the most common ingredient in all these spells

is, uh, the blood of a virgin.

(laughing)

You must admit the way Annette describes Sherry,

she sounds the type.

(laughing)

Oh, come on.

Come on.

Go with the flow.

Think of the possibilities.

Could be fun, huh?

All right.

Hey, Mark, tell you what.

I'll run right on over

to Sherry Ouelette's house, okay?

Knock on the door.

(imitating knocking)

"Sherry?"

"Hi."

"My name is officer John Hunton."

"I'm with the police department here,"

"and I am investigating a laundry machine"

"with a bad case of demon possession,"

"and I need to examine you"

"to determine whether or not you're a virgin."

Right?

Mmm, mm-hmm.

Huh?

Mark, I could just see my report.

They would tar and feather me

and run me out of this town on a rail.

You think so?

(laughing)

That sounds like a whole lot of fun to me.

Oh, yeah!

Oh, boy!

Why don't we just go there and talk to her?

Do it for me.

Come on.

[Molly] Johnny?

Johnny, I got that info for you.

Yeah, Molly, go ahead.

[Molly] Let's see.

Sherry Ouelette.

Parents died in a car accident on 7/10/83.

William Gartley is her legal guardian.

Is that it?

[Molly] Yeah.

Who's picking up the tab for my overtime?

Take it out of my pension.

You're the best, Molly.

[Molly] You got that right.

(eerie piano music)

Oh, man.

So who's going to pop the ques...

You don't say a word.

Right?

Not a word.

Far out.

Gothic.

(bell ringing)

[Sherry] Who is it?

[John] Sherry?

Hi.

It's officer John Hunton from the police department.

Hi.

Hi.

[John] Remember me?

Mm-hmm.

I'm here to ask you some questions

about the accidents that have been happening

at the Blue Ribbon Laundry.

Are you a policeman, too?

[Mark] No.

I'm a theoretical...

(grunting)

Um, this is Mark Jackson.

He's a student, an observer.

Then I guess it's all right.

(door unlocking)

[John] Thank you.

It won't take long.

Is your uncle here?

I'm alone.

Oh, hey, look at those.

(laughing)

They're beautiful.

Look at that little face!

Are they yours?

No, they're not really mine.

My uncle says they'll be mine someday.

(clock chiming)

Um, Sherry, I'm really sorry

to disturb you at a time like this.

I just have a few questions.

Okay?

Okay.

[John] It's okay?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

Now, Annette said that you cut your hand on a clamp.

How did that happen?

Getting out of the way of that icebox.

(dramatic orchestral music)

These two guys lost control.

I guess it, it hit the feed belt.

On the mangler?

Yeah.

Then it bounced off and almost hit me.

Did this icebox hit the safety bar?

I think it did.

There were bright sparks everywhere.

What?

Sparks like a wire had been cut?

[Sherry] I saw a big flash like lightning or something.

That's it, then.

There it is.

(crying)

I really loved Mrs. Frawley.

Shh.

She was like a mother to me.

I tried to help her.

I pulled as hard as I could,

but I was too weak.

Shh.

It's okay.

Sherry, Sherry.

Sherry.

Sherry, you're a very brave young woman.

Okay?

Sherry I just want...

Mark!

The icebox hit the safety bar.

That's it.

Thank you very much.

Bye-bye.

It was a short circuit.

That's all there is to it.

Let's go.

Mark, Mark!

Sherry, are you a virgin?

Excuse me?

What is this?

Just get out!

Just get the hell out!

What did I tell you?

What did I tell you?

I'm right, I'm right.

She's definitely a virgin.

Jesus Christ!

I can't believe you did that,

talk to a little girl like that.

God!

Have fun?

Shit, I hope you had fun.

It's not a question of fun.

I know I'm right.

Shut up, goddamn it.

What more do you want?

No more about virgins, all right?

[Mark] I'm right.

What are you some kind of pervert?

Doesn't matter whether I'm a pervert

(siren wailing)

What is this?

Oh, Christ.

[Mark] What the hell is going on at Mrs. Smith's house?

I don't know.

Whatever it is, you stay the hell out of it, all right?

[Man] There he is, there he is!

Stop him!

Give me a hand.

(dog barking)

Mark, Mark!

Stay in the car.

All right.

You stay in the car!

[Mark] All right, all right!

[Man] Suffocating to death here.

Hey, Steele, what is this?

Hi, Johnny.

It's really bad.

The boy suffocated.

It's Barry Ellenshaw.

Been missing all day.

Mrs. Smith just learned 10 minutes ago.

I found that icebox when I got here this morning.

Shh.

It's all right.

He such a smart kid.

He never got in any trouble.

He'd no more play in a refrigerator than...

All right.

The boy's dog was barking outside the icebox.

That's why I had a look inside.

Oh, Barry.

(dog whimpering)

Suffocated, poor kid.

He's been missing since 11 o'clock this morning.

[Man] Come on, honey.

Rest in peace, Barry.

[Woman] My baby.

Barry Ellenshaw.

Oh, man.

Poor kid.

(camera flashing)

(birds fluttering)

Hell of a shame, huh, Johnny?

Get him out of here.

[Officer] Stand back there.

(dog whimpering)

Stand back.

(dramatic piano music)

No, no!

No, no, Maryanne, no!

[Marryanne] Stop.

Barry!

Stop!

Oh, my baby!

(dog barking)

[Man] No!

[Maryanne] Barry!

(crying)

It's not my fault.

I had nothing to do with it.

It was here when I came home from work.

What?

It's not yours?

No.

I don't know where it came from.

Hey, Johnny, come have a look at this.

(eerie piano music)

Wait a minute.

What?

This is the son of a bitch that almost hit Sherry?

After it hit the mangler.

(metal thudding)

(grunting)

Transference.

It's transference of evil.

Oh, bullshit.

Evil.

Bullshit.

Easy.

[John] What?

Shit.

It's all right.

It's all right, little baby.

It's all right, baby.

Come on.

(metal thudding)

(screaming)

Oh, jeez!

Let go!

(screaming)

[John] Are you all right?

[Mark] Yeah.

I think so.

Oh, shit.

Jesus H. Christ.

A hammer, you got a hammer?

It's in the garage.

[John] Ow!

Miserable piece of dogfuck!

(hammer thudding)

(grunting)

(camera flashing)

Goddamn you!

(electricity zapping)

(wind whooshing)

(all screaming)

Oh, oh, god.

God!

[Mark] Jesus Christ!

[John] God!

Lend not thy sight to idols

nor make gods of thyself!

(electricity zapping)

Oh, oh.

(breathing heavily)

(camera flashing)

Nice work, Johnny.

I always knew you had it in you.

Where did you learn to do magic tricks?

That was the first ghost I have ever seen.

Thank you, my boy.

Just when you thought you'd seen it all,

life bites you in the ass.

(chomping teeth)

See you later, Johnny.

I'll be waiting for you.

What the fuck was that?

Jesus Christ.

(metal thudding)

Get that thing out of my sight!

And burn it

Then bury it.

Drive a fucking stake through its heart.

(tires screeching)

[Mark] So, what do you think now?

[John] Do you know any priests?

[Mark] No, man.

Do you?

[John] No.

I knew a rabbi one time.

[Mark] They'd think we're nuts.

We are nuts.

It's our play, Johnny.

It's up to us.

Why don't we just get some dynamite

and blow the shit out of the pig?

Brute force isn't the answer, man.

I mean, a demon may be trapped in that piece of machinery.

There's a chance it could get out,

it would love to get out, love to kill.

Oh, good.

Good.

Virgin blood.

That's the key.

It's got to be.

The trouble is

there's many different kinds of demons.

I don't know what we're dealing with.

It could be in the cycle of Bubastis,

Pan, Dionysius.

You following me?

No, but go on.

I have to isolate the exact cause.

We have to make sure that we use the right ritual

because the rites of exorcism,

I don't know if you understand,

but the rites of exorcism, that's really heavy stuff.

That's like controlled nuclear fission.

We make one mistake, that's it.

We're dead.

We're destroyed.

If you ask me, this is just an act of random possession.

It's got to be.

(dramatic piano music)

Hey, Mark.

I got to do some thinking.

Oh, Johnny,

listen, man, don't worry, okay?

I'm with you 100%, man, okay?

[John] All right, Mark.

That's a relief, man.

[Mark] 100%.

That's real reassuring.

Voodoo, belladonna, demonic possessions.

Oh, I'm having fun.

Hey, I'm with you, man.

There are stranger things in heaven and earth,

John Hunton, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

(laughing)

Hey, Johnny, what do you know?

Not much, Tyrone.

Just going to the morgue.

Whew.

Not much.

Barry, Barry, Barry, it's been a hell of a day.

Fix you up in the morning.

(sighing)

He's a brave kid, he put up a hell of a fight,

broke his arm in six places.

[John] It was suffocation, right?

Mr. Hunton,

we've been expecting you.

You've come to see Mrs. Frawley.

Yep.

She was a real challenge.

I had practically nothing to go on.

Hardly recognized the parts the ones that came in.

You look at her now.

I think I did a pretty damn good job,

considering the raw materials I had to work with.

Can you keep a secret?

I had to fill up her body with...

I hate secrets, okay?

Okay, yeah.

You need to be alone.

Right, I do.

You've come to do some thinking.

Okay, I'll be in my office.

Okay, I'll call you if I need anything.

She's headed to the cemetery in the morning.

Until then, she's all yours.

Great, thank you.

Oh, her personal possessions.

Oh, they're right here.

Great.

That's all they brought in.

Thanks.

Cherry tomato?

No, thank you.

Thank you.

Bye-bye, now.

[Man] Bye,

Oh, Jesus.

(breathing heavily)

You won't mind, will you?

Jesus, I got to get a life.

(camera flashing)

Boo.

Got you.

Very funny.

She looks pretty good, don't she?

Oh, yeah.

She looks great.

(camera flashing)

(eerie piano music)

Johnny.

Johnny!

You want to come downstairs?

We'll finish off that gin game

we started three years ago.

I've still got a drop of that Irish whiskey.

You know, I get the feeling you don't like me anymore.

No.

It's my job I don't like anymore.

Oh.

Well, it doesn't matter much anyway.

You won't have to look at my ugly mug

around here much longer.

Why?

Don't tell me you're moving out of this hellhole.

Oh, something like that.

(laughing)

The doc says I'm going fast.

I'm being eaten up inside.

(sighing)

I'm sorry to hear that.

Ah, don't be.

We all have to go sometime.

Johnny, you and I, we share the same ghosts.

To forgive is divine,

especially if you can forgive yourself.

Oh, did you get pictures of that icebox?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I'm off down to the darkroom now.

What was that?

[Photographer] What?

That ghost.

(laughing)

[Photographer] We live in strange times, Johnny,

very strange times.

I'll have the photos ready later tonight.

Come on by.

I'll be waiting for you.

You know, I'm 50 points up on you in that game.

I've got an ace up my sleeve I'm dying to play.

You know where to find me.

You're going to lose to an old hack like me.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Shit.

(clothes clattering)

Fuck.

(eerie atmospheric music)

(sighing)

(intense orchestral music)

(electricity zapping)

(grunting)

(screaming)

(gun firing)

What are you doing?

Where the hell is Gartley?

He's out of town.

[John] Yeah, right.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Come back here!

(grunting)

Hey, stop!

Goddamn it, he's out of town.

Get your hands off of me, you lying sack of shit.

You want to go downtown?

Boys, boys!

All right.

Knock it off.

Get out, George.

I'll deal with you later.

Come in, Mr. Hunton.

I've been expecting you.

So sorry I missed you earlier.

(door closing)

You know, Stanner tells me you're quite the detective.

A regular Sherlock Holmes of the dead, hmm?

Why don't you shut that thing down

before somebody else gets hurt?

What, am I going to have to shut you down?

(clicking tongue)

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Mmm.

Bad career move.

Are you threatening me?

Is that a threat?

Go on, threaten me.

I'll shove them crutches up your moldy ass,

you fucking clown.

(laughing)

I like that.

Threaten?

Uh-huh.

No, no, no.

Threaten is far too kind a word.

This goddamn machine tried to kill me!

(grunting)

Breaking and entering is a serious crime, officer.

Perhaps I should have you arrested, hmm?

Yeah, okay, okay.

Hey, yeah.

Have me arrested.

I'm going to shut you down, you sick son of a bitch.

(growling)

I will not have you tamper with my affairs.

I'll have you suspended!

Hey, all your powerful friends and all your money

don't mean shit to me, Gartley.

(laughing)

My power has nothing to do with money.

Power is energy.

Power is motivation.

Power is what holds things together

when they would rather fly apart.

It's a complex world out there, sporty.

Many things you do not understand.

But understand this.

There's a little bit of me in that machine

and a little bit of it in me.

We are the lifeblood of this town.

Gartley, what are you talking about?

We all have to make sacrifices.

You're right.

Everything has its price.

Yeah.

Yes, it does.

Well, do come again.

This has been delightful.

And, uh drive carefully, won't you?

(intense orchestral music)

Fuck you!

What?

(steam hissing)

That S.O.B.

He thinks he's going to shut down our machine.

(laughing)

Well, sir, I've been thinking

maybe it should be shut down.

Yeah, how long you worked here, George?

15 years.

Well, you're practically part of our little family,

then, aren't you, hmm?

I assume you'll be helping us run this town, hmm?

I've known that machine since I was a little boy.

My daddy bought it.

Best business decision he ever made, I'll tell you.

My god, Mr. Gartley, sir.

That that machine killed your daughter.

Look what it's done to you.

Yeah.

Sacrifices, George.

We all have to make them.

Hell, boy.

You could say that machine out there made me what I am.

Mr. Gartley, if you're not going to deal with it,

then maybe I should.

Oh, don't be a fool, George.

Don't throw away a bright future here.

I'm worried.

Worried, uh, it's been troubling me.

Well, George, let your own conscience be your guide.

(eerie piano music)

(phone clicking)

Good evening, Martha.

Bill.

Bill Gartley.

Sorry to call so late.

Let me speak to the good sheriff, won't you, Martha?

Thank you.

Evening, Hughes.

Now listen,

I'm having a little problem with one of the boys.

Yeah.

That's the fellow.

That's right.

Now you deal with him.

Okay, nighty-night.

Fuck him.

[Hughes] John?

What?

[Hughes] Take some time off.

There's no case here, son.

Take a vacation!

Okay, Mr. Gartley.

[Hughes] Now you're suspended, officer Hunton.

Hey, how much is he paying you, Hughes?

[Hughes] Okay, pal.

You're terminated!

And kiss that pension good-bye.

(eerie piano music)

(panting)

(breathing heavily)

How are we feeling, my dear, hmm?

Strange.

I'm getting sick.

Are you ready for bed?

(Bill wheezing)

Yes.

No!

No.

There's something I must show you.

Come.

(grunting)

(eerie piano music)

Must be here somewhere.

A-ha, yeah.

My baby daughter's death certificate.

Her passport to hell.

She was only 16.

Hmm.

Well, survival of the fittest is the way of things.

I mean, surely, my child,

you must have noticed how Riker's valley

is so ideally perfect, hmm?

There's something I want to show you.

Just a moment here.

Ah!

This is my contract,

my deal With The Beast,

the beast in the machine.

What's happening to me?

My child,

there's a little piece of you in the mangler

and the essence of it in you.

You're one of us now.

My signature.

See?

Hmm?

Oh.

Understand now?

Do we?

Hmm?

See?

Welcome to the club.

Oh, precious.

[John] Fuck!

I've been studying, man.

Virgin's blood.

Definitely virgin's blood.

It's got to be.

Now, look.

A little holy water, a smidgen of Eucharist

That ought to do it.

We'll read some Leviticus.

Strictly Christian white magic.

Listen, I'll tell you the truth.

I was really worried about that Hand of Glory, belladonna.

That's black juju.

Strong magic.

Hey, Mark?

I looked down this son of a bitch's throat.

Holy water ain't gonna do it.

Yeah, well, a demon conjured up

in conjunction with the Hand of Glory can,

I mean, that could eat a stack of bibles for breakfast,

but we don't have to worry about that.

Thank god.

All right.

You know, I hope you're right.

I know I'm right.

I don't.

We got to go talk to somebody.

Come on.

Hold up!

Damn it, hold up!

(steam hissing)

I don't know about this, George.

What the hell took you so long?

I'm sorry.

Are you sure we're doing the right thing?

Yeah.

Now, don't start arguing with me now.

Go over there, cut all power, and pull the breakers.

I'll start on the feeder.

(electricity zapping)

Sherry?

What are you doing here?

I have to see my uncle.

That's not a good idea.

He's very upset.

I can't work here anymore.

The police came and asked me questions.

I gotta speak to him.

Police.

That figures.

Just don't go up there.

He's busy.

Lin Sue's with him, isn't she?

Sherry, go on home now.

I have to talk to him.

(metal thudding)

Oh, oh, oh.

I'm caught!

Mr. Stanner!

I'm caught!

Help me!

Aah!

[Sherry] Mr. Stanner!

The fuses!

Jesus!

(screaming)

(electricity zapping) (screaming)

Turn it off!

Oh, God, oh God!

(electricity zapping)

Turn it off!

Mr. Gartley!

Aah, oh, help me!

Help me!

Oh, please!

Please!

Do something!

Do something?

Do something?

I'll do something.

I'll dance, that's what I'll do.

I'll do a little dance for you, Sherry.

Oh, god.

Mr. Gartley!

A little jig.

(laughing)

I need your help now.

We're running out of time.

Come on.

Please!

Please!

Aah!

Uncle Bill, please!

Move like there's no tomorrow.

We're on the clock.

(screaming)

Do it, do it!

I can't!

Do it, do it!

Do it now!

Oh, Christ.

I can't, George.

Do it!

Do it, do it, do it!

Christ!

Do it, do it!

(screaming)

Come here, child.

Come here.

Come here to your uncle bill.

Sherry, Sherry!

(crying)

(dramatic orchestral music)

I used to have all the time in the world.

Damn her, damn her.

(crying)

Hey, hey.

Hey, man, where the hell we going?

We're gonna go talk to an old man.

Oh, no.

What the hell was this?

(breathing heavily)

[Photographer] No.

Take me back.

Johnny.

[John] Stop!

Don't argue.

Just do it.

I was just drinking my tea, and...

(coughing)

Hey, you'll be okay.

You're gonna be all right.

You'll be okay.

Thanks for coming and visiting me, Johnny.

You made an old man very happy.

(gasping)

Just breathe.

Just breathe.

Downstairs in my office.

Present for you.

You have to exorcize your demon.

Don't let it possess your soul.

(gasping)

Oh.

(coughing)

(gasping)

(dramatic orchestral music)

Shit!

(tea kettle whistling)

[Mark] Jeez.

(sighing)

Oh, man.

It wasn't your fault.

I was driving the car.

Accidents happen.

People make mistakes, but they carry on.

Johnny.

Take a look at this.

This is my present.

(dramatic orchestral music)

"Maryanne Gartley, daughter of William Gartley,"

"was killed at the Blue Ribbon Laundry yesterday"

"when she apparently fell into the new speed ironer."

"She died on her birthday."

"She was 16 years old."

There's Maryanne.

"Sarah Krandel was reported missing yesterday"

"when she failed to show up at her 16th birthday party."

That's Sarah.

"Suzanne Bishop still missing."

"Suzanne Bishop, daughter of Judge Bishop,"

"was reported missing yesterday."

"She was last seen at her 16th birthday party."

"Lois Hughes, Chatterton"

Well, these are all the rich people,

the old money,

The people who want nothing, need nothing more.

Power, power.

What is this?

Wait a minute.

Everything has its price.

The price of power

Gartley said something about...

No, Gartley said

that we all have to make sacrifices.

Human sacrifices.

Sherry?

Jesus Christ.

(phone ringing)

Hi, Sherry?

This is officer Hunton.

Mr. Stanner's dead.

I just went to see my uncle.

(crying)

Um, listen, Sherry.

I want you to stay inside.

I want you to stay in the house.

Lock the doors.

Stay in the house.

You'll be safe as long as you stay in the house.

What's going on?

How old are you, Sherry?

16?

Really?

Okay, stay inside.

Do what I told you, okay?

I'll explain everything when I get there.

I'll be there as soon as I can, okay?

(crying)

The mangler got the foreman.

Today's her birthday.

She's 16.

It's her birthday?

We're running out of time.

(Sherry gasping)

Happy birthday, my child.

Surprised to see your Uncle Bill?

[Sherry] What do you want?

Why, you, of course.

[Sherry] Leave me alone.

Oh.

Aren't you going to blow out your candles?

Come on.

Go ahead, Sherry.

Make a wish.

I wish you were dead.

(laughing)

No doubt about it,

girl's got true Gartley spirit.

(bat thudding) (grunting)

(ominous atmospheric music)

Oh, what a waste,

but then,

we all have to make sacrifices.

(laughing)

Now, now, now.

(grunting)

(spitting)

[Sherry] Uh, no!

Oh, I'm so sorry it had to be you,

but I must not be selfish

when I make my decision,

so it's time to turn in your dance card.

(laughing)

I do hope you'll accept my apology,

but I must choose between you and me,

and of course, I choose me.

(eerie piano music)

Come, darling.

We're running out of time.

Stop, stop!

We haven't got time, Mark.

[Mark] I have to rehearse.

We haven't got time!

I have to rehearse.

All right, fuck!

Okay, I'm gonna read.

I might read from the Latin, I might read from the English,

but I'm going to read anyway.

Okay, this, this,

this, my friend, is holy water.

Holy water, fine.

When I give you the signal, you take this,

and you sprinkle it on the machine,

and you say, "In the name of The Father,

"The Son, and the Holy Ghost, get thee from this place.

"Thou art unclean."

[John] Okay, okay.

This is the host.

The host, all right.

You break the host.

You put it on the machine.

You repeat the incantation.

Oh!

The Hand of Glory,

we don't have to worry about that.

Get in the car.

Get in the goddamn car!

You always do this to me!

Wait up!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(grunting)

God of all machines,

God that meshes good and evil,

accept this blood of my blood,

because I am signing off.

Payment in full!

(machine clattering)

See you later, Sherry.

- Sherry! - No!

Piss off!

(growling)

You've got no right!

You have no right!

(yelling)

(steam hissing)

You have no right!

(screaming)

No right, no right!

No.

(grunting)

(screaming)

God!

(grunting)

Goddamn you!

(metal scraping)

You miserable piece of dogfuck!

How dare you!

(metal scraping)

[Mark] Let me go!

[John] So this is the price of power?

This is the price of power?

(screaming)

Here's the truth, Gartley.

It's done.

(screaming)

(bones crunching)

Lin Sue.

(bones crunching) (screaming)

(grunting)

(Bill screaming)

Lin Sue, Lin Sue!

Lin Sue!

Okay, stay with me.

Trespassers!

Lin Sue!

My Lin Sue!

Off the clock.

Out of time?

(grunting)

(metal squeaking)

(screaming)

(speaking foreign language)

(Bill screaming)

Oh.

Oh.

(speaking foreign language)

My god, who art in hell,

cursed be thy name

Why, you lying son of a...

Fuck you.

(speaking foreign language)

(electricity zapping)

Stay back, stay back!

What do you want me to do?

Help me.

Okay, when I point to you,

you take the holy water, sprinkle it in the machine,

and you say,

(speaking foreign language)

[John] Okay, all right.

(speaking foreign language)

Then I will show you again.

Then you put the host in.

Repeat the incantation.

(speaking foreign language)

(steam hissing)

(screaming)

In the host!

(screaming)

In the name of The Father, The Son, and the Holy Ghost,

get thee from this place!

Thou art unclean!

(speaking foreign language)

Holy shit!

This ain't working!

Shit.

(speaking foreign language)

Our father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses

Trespass against us,

and lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil,

for thine is the power, the goodness,

and the glory forever.

Sight to idols,

nor make gods of thyself,

for the land will vomit you up,

for defiling it,

as it vomited up nations before thee!

Amen, goddamn it!

(screaming)

(electricity zapping)

(metal creaking)

(Sherry crying)

Look!

Yeah!

We did it!

Huh?

We did it!

We did it, we did it.

(laughing)

It's dead!

(breathing heavily)

(coughing)

Oh, man.

Now I know where you get your flaky stomach from.

Let me take one of those.

I don't do drugs, but I need this.

You okay?

Really?

What's in this?

I don't know.

They're antacids.

I got them from Mrs. Frawley.

Belladonna?

You got these from Mrs. Frawley?

The Hand of Glory?

[Mark] I think we may be fucked.

(electricity zapping)

(yelling)

Oh, god!

[John] Shit.

(machine exploding)

(screaming)

Oh, shit!

Oh, god!

(screaming)

(machine growling)

(screaming)

Do you know a way out of here?

No, no!

(metal clanging)

(screaming)

Run, run, run!

(screaming)

(metal clanging)

[Mark] We're fucked!

We're fucked!

Oh, god!

No!

(screaming)

John!

Mark!

[Sherry] It won't open!

If I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death, I fear no evil.

(screaming)

(steam hissing)

Johnny!

Mark!

No!

Mark!

(grunting)

(Sherry crying)

(wall exploding)

(screaming)

Come here!

What are you doing?

Let go!

Save yourself!

It wants me!

[John] Over my dead body!

[Sherry] Are you crazy?

[John] No, I'm a policeman.

[Sherry] But it wants me!

It wants me!

(machine growling)

[John] Sherry!

Sherry!

Sherry!

(Sherry screaming)

(metal clanging)

Jump!

(screaming)

(electricity zapping)

(gasping)

Leave her alone, goddamn you!

Leave her alone!

No!

Goddamn you!

Leave her alone!

(Sherry screaming)

(both screaming)

(Sherry crying)

(light orchestral music)

(panting)

(footsteps approaching)

Sherry's all right.

She's lost a lot of blood,

but she'll recover.

(sighing)

Thank god.

Mind telling me what happened?

Yeah, I do mind.

Can I go see her?

No.

She's resting.

Maybe tomorrow.

Okay.

Thank you, doctor.

Thank you.

[Doctor] Tomorrow.

(eerie chiming music)

(windchime chiming)

Morning, officer.

Have a nice day.

[Photographer] Dearest Johnny,

in this envelope you'll find vital information

that may save your life.

The old-timers in Riker's valley had a saying

"Beware of people with missing parts.

"There's a piece of each of them in the demon"

"and a dose of the demon in each of them."

"Faithfully yours, J.J.J. Pictureman."

(workers murmuring)

(dramatic orchestral music)

[Sherry] Herb!

I've got a big load of sheets coming within the hour!

Now, get a move on!

Come on, ladies!

Move it up!

There's never enough time around here!

I'm not running a charity here, Herb!

Tell them to get their lazy asses in gear!

[John] Sherry?

You heard the boss!

Keep moving!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(woman vocalizing)