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October 22, 1995, 528 PM.
This is Detective Henry Vance, Richmond Homicide.
I'm sitting in a basement of an old church, asylum, outside of Georgetown,
D.C.
Across from me, handcuffed to the table, is William Jessup, a 19-year-old male,
a murder suspect who seems to be in an altered state from drugs, or, from what
Father Thorne informs me, is possessed by a malevolent entity, or demon.
I prefer to believe it's the former.
Hello, Billy.
Hello, Henry.
You remind us we call you Henry, do you?
We feel so close.
Billy isn't here right now.
We've been watching you.
Really?
For how long?
Since you spilled out of your mother's cat.
They woke us, and we found him.
The legend.
We almost had him years ago.
He rolled down the steps like a rag doll, a cream, a dead fish.
We did a little rearranging, but still recognizable.
This is yesterday's news, but if you did that,
how did you take him out of the hospital?
We are too easy.
Shh, shh, shh.
He is now with us.
We were weak when he wrote this, but he pointed us in the right direction.
To this, fine.
To you, to the lieutenant, all too easy.
It's time.
Hey, how are you tonight?
Oh hey, I'm doing good.
A little tired.
Yeah?
How's your night going?
Not bad.
We going to breakfast?
Possibly, after breakfast.
Okay.
All right, let me finish my round.
I'll bring us back some coffee.
Oh great, thank you so much.
Appreciate it.
I'm.
just going to let him rest a bit.
Okay.
We'll see you later?
Yeah.
Go back to sleep?
Yeah.
I'll be back.
Okay.
I'll bring you back.
Okay.
See you later.
Oh, come now, Nazarene.
Let's not make a scene.
Your seraphims can sing until their throats bleed.
But the master's impatient.
Besides, we have work to do.
You understand?
Come back home, Henry.
Pack of ass blood.
Listen to me.
The devil is in the details.
Henry!
Look closer.
Wake.
Oak Siege emotional testimony is heard once again.
Yesterday, a federal agent tearfully described his
frustration at negotiating with cult leader David Koresh.
Jim Cavanaugh said Koresh thought he was God.
And would never have surrendered.
Cavanaugh was adamant that the Branch Davidians and not federal agents fired the
first shot in the initial February 1993 raid.
We had already tried to get our wounded agent strapped in
an alcove back there, next to the tower agent, Kenny King.
We tried to move a team to get him.
But.
they just opened up on us.
Republicans are now focusing on the use of force.
They're trying to use tear gas to end the siege.
That last-ditch measure was approved by Attorney General Janet Reno.
Reno is set to testify Monday.
Attorney General Janet Reno is defending her decision to use
tear gas to end the standoff of the Branch Davidian compound.
She says no one will ever know what the right decision should have been.
In terms of Wake Oak, I'm faced with the same position that I could have gone in
with the funnel assault, which could have been extraordinarily dangerous.
Listen to me.
The devil is in the details.
Henry!
I'm a little closer.
Corish might have done six days later, or six months later, or six years later.
Meantime, at yesterday's Waco hearings, the FBI's former Deputy Director Larry
Potts says the goal of the gas attack was only
to move negotiations along with David Corish.
Former FBI Director William Sessions is set to testify today.
In the news this Wednesday, the end of the Waco hearings.
Attorney General Janet Reno blames cult leaders.
The death of David Corish, the deaths of Branch Davidian children.
But the hearings before the House Waco Committee of Reno took all responsibility.
..
Good morning, Henry.
Good morning, Father.
Sorry I'm late.
Please, enough formalities.
It's Mike.
Mike.
Bad dreams again?
Well, you've got a good group in there, take your mind off of that.
You're very popular.
Oh, and Billy seems to be missing again.
Don't worry about that one.
I agree.
Sorry, sorry, I know I'm late.
Let's get started.
Has anyone seen Billy Jessup?
Anybody?
I saw him wandering around the university a few days ago.
I take night classes there, so I know he doesn't go there.
He was acting really strange.
Strange?
How strange?
Was he on something?
I'm a sponsor.
I don't know.
Just distant.
He was talking to himself, walking around.
I'll talk with the stepfather.
Thank you.
Let's move on.
It's nice to see most of you here.
For the few new faces, my name is Henry Vance, and I am seven years sober.
Hi, Henry.
Meth, alcohol, pot, heroin, painkillers.
Whatever you're using or were on, substance abuse can be one of the hardest to fight.
I've been fighting many demons over the years.
Not all of them go away.
It possesses you to the point you become unrecognizable,
not only to your friends and family, but to yourself.
You think it's an escape, right?
It's actually a trap.
See, my father was...
I cannot blame my addictions on my past.
Nothing changes if nothing changes.
Right?
Now, you all have your own reasons for being here.
Everyone has their story to tell.
And I'm looking forward to hearing each and every one of them.
So why don't we go around the room?
Let's introduce ourselves.
Henry, I'm sorry.
Your phone's been ringing.
Just let it ring.
It sounds important.
Excuse me.
I have to take this.
Introduce yourselves.
Hello, this is Vance.
Yes.
Okay, I see.
Uh, when?
Shit.
Right, uh...
I'll be right there.
Everything okay?
I don't know.
It's been some sort of accident.
Uh, hey...
Do you think you could watch over things while I'm gone?
Of course.
Thanks, Mike.
Okay, guys, I'm sorry, but I have to leave.
Uh, detective business.
Uh, Jimmy, you're senior, so why don't you take over?
Father Thorne will watch over things.
Okay?
Ahem.
.
What is it?
Mr. Hardaway.
I'm Henry Vance, Billy's AA sponsor.
We met at the meetings.
I was just passing by.
Uh, is he here?
Yeah.
I know who you are.
You're, uh...
You're a cop.
The fuck is he done now?
Detective, actually.
I'm just looking for him.
He hasn't been in the meetings in a couple weeks.
Have you seen him?
I mean, he comes home every afternoon.
We eat together.
And then he heads back out again.
19.
Pretty much a grown-up, so I treat him as one.
And, uh, I've been playing points since his mom passed, so...
Need I remind you that he's been arrested three times for narcotics possession?
I'm just trying to turn him around.
And I suggest, as his stepfather, you try to do the same.
Yeah.
Anything else?
Please have him call me when you see him.
Thank you.
Have a good day.
Detective Vance?
Yes.
Eloise Scott.
Medical Examiner.
Welcome to the team, Detective.
Henry.
How old is this place?
Opened in 1839.
One of the oldest morgues operating in the county.
Been here 25 years.
Closing up soon and I'll be moved to a new fancy facility in Arlington.
Down this hall.
Welcome to my home.
My domain.
Victim is a retired lieutenant detective.
His body was found at 8.23 A.M.
by a female jogger at the base of the Prospect Street stairs on M Street.
Still in his hospital gown.
Partially decapitated.
Organs removed.
Horribly mangled, most likely due to trauma from being
thrown or pushed down the stairs after he was found.
He was suffocated.
He was in the hospital for bronchial issues.
His wheelchair was found at the top of the stairs.
His wallet and I.D.
are over there.
Kinderman.
I knew him.
Good detective.
Long time on the force.
Thorough.
Real shame.
Met him once.
My father used to work with him.
Before he retired.
Before my transfer to Richmond Homicide.
I should retire.
I haven't seen anything this bad since the Gemini.
I mean the...
Black Mass murders five years ago.
Now this.
Like the twin boys last year.
Hmm.
I heard about that.
I wasn't on that case but...
I'm sickening.
Never found the killer.
It looks like...
A small knife.
From a scalpel.
I would say that he was murdered in the hospital.
His throat...
Sliced.
Disemboweled.
He was pushed... To the stairs.
And then...
Where were his eyes?
They were placed in his throat.
Along with this.
A Rose is a Rose.
What?
Nothing.
Something I heard.
This one.
You'll love.
Jesus.
There's more?
What is that?
I found it in his rectum.
Pretty deep.
I left it for you.
What is it?
I have no idea.
Ah.
Another gift.
Rose petals replacing his organs.
Where are his organs?
You mean to tell me...
That these...
His organs.
Heart.
Lung.
Liver.
Kidneys.
Etc.
Where were they found?
They were all stacked neatly in a confessional in the hospital chapel.
His intestines were draped over a statue of Christ.
Desecrated.
The roses for the Mass were all clipped.
And...
Well, you know.
Used.
Coffee?
Ah.
No.
Thank you.
I think we need something a little stronger than that.
Take good care of him.
All right?
I'll notify the family and...
Get these dusted.
Jesus, Billy, you're scaring me.
Hey... Hey... Hey...
Hey... That, uh... That, uh, detective.
Your sponsor guy.
He's been, uh, he's been looking for you.
You haven't been, uh, missing meetings, have you?
No.
At least I don't think so.
Look, I've been having blackouts, but Father thrown me something.
Lauren's helping me recover, so you don't even have to worry about it.
Listen, I really don't care what you do with your creepy-ass priest during the
day, but from now on, when you get home, you stay home, okay?
I don't need you running around all night.
I don't need detectives at my door asking questions.
Listen, my house, my rules.
Your house, right?
Yeah, my house.
Mom left this house to me, remember?
I think you're not quite understanding how it works.
The house is mine until you're 21, okay?
And at the rate you're going, I don't even
know if you're going to see your 21st birthday.
And if you do, and I catch you doing drugs again,
I'm going to end you right there, do you understand?
We don't even have to worry about suicide.
Blackouts.
And you're going to go back to those meetings, do you hear me?
You should be grateful for what I do for you.
You could be in a home or something after your crackhead mom killed yourself.
Hey, you leave her out of it.
And then there's this.
Under your pillow, out of all places.
What are you, a part of a cult?
I've seen that tattoo of yours.
You know what?
You're grounded.
Look, you never understood me at all.
You never have, you never tried.
You've resented me ever since you married my mom and drove her to kill herself.
So yeah, sure, this might be your house for now.
But you stay the fuck out of my room.
The fuck you saying?
You don't disrespect me and my house.
Do you hear me?
Don't push me.
Jesus Christ!
Not exactly.
Ah!
Hey, Billy.
Come on, hey.
Shut the meetings.
Where you been?
Huh?
You hear me?
You clean?
Yes.
Look, I'm fine.
You don't trust me.
I do.
But I have to check.
As your sponsor, you're my responsibility.
I'm just tired, okay?
I want to go home.
What's this?
It's a tattoo.
Eyes.
Where are these bruises from?
I don't know who did this.
Your stepfather?
No one, okay?
I got in a fight.
I said I'm fine.
If anybody touches you, all right?
You let me know.
Right away.
If you need anything, anything, you call me.
Okay?
I miss you at the meetings.
Hey, look.
I gotta run.
Stay out the streets.
Okay?
It's not safe.
Help me.
Please.
What?
When we became subjects, king of all, shivering denizens of his mad realm,
we faced the hideous four horsemen to terror, bewilderment, frustration,
and despair.
You preaching AA?
Teaching the teacher.
I'm surprised to see you here, but your partner suggested it.
Snitch.
I'm off the clock.
No judgment.
It's very funny.
Okay.
We gave Bill his last rights.
I know he and your father were very close.
What was done to him?
It wasn't just murdered, Mike.
It was butchered.
It was mangled.
Just like the two boys last year.
The same M.O.
That was inhumane.
Bill had four sons.
They were friends in the diocese.
How can I help?
I found something you might recognize.
It's been dusted and examined.
It's clean.
Not one print.
The cloth is from a priest's frock.
The medallion looks familiar.
He...
St. Joseph.
Who?
It's a St. Joseph medal.
Christians know him as the protector of Jesus.
Patron Saint of workers and fatherhood.
Evil against evil.
He has returned.
Where did you find this?
I can't give you those details, but...
You know it?
This... This head came from a Babylonian Assyrian statue.
A Zuzu.
Demon of the southwest wind.
The same as...
As?
How strong is your faith, Henry?
I barely have any faith in myself.
God.
Humanity are another matter.
You haven't been here that long, but this has happened before.
Yeah.
Black mass murders, I know.
When I transferred here from Detroit, I requested this case.
Bill and your father were involved.
They were originally the Gemini copycat murders.
So there wouldn't be any connection.
But there was an incident here in Georgetown about 20 years ago on Prospect Street.
An exorcism of a young girl.
It's not widely known.
Get from the press by the church to keep the family safe.
Do you believe in possession?
Demonic possession?
Not really.
Only what I read about in cases of split personality and sexual abuse relates to.
All the deaths surrounding that night revolved around an old priest,
Marin, and his demon.
He died of a heart attack during the rites of exorcism.
Soul slipped away from the beast.
The younger priest died that same night at the base of the stairs.
This head was found by the old priest while excavating in Iraq.
Besides the priesthood, his passion was archaeology.
The last time I saw this, it was at a museum in Cairo.
I never forgot it.
He released the beast and he dug this up.
I swear to God.
What's it doing here?
Good question.
I don't think it ever left.
I believe, and this is just my theory.
It's angry for what the priest did to it.
It wasn't testing the girl's strength.
It was testing the faith of the priest.
It feeds on despair.
And now it's back.
Whether by cult or by its own volition, it wants revenge.
Father, I deal in facts.
You're talking about demons?
I was raised in a cult.
Until I was 17, I walked out.
Leaving behind my mother and little sister.
Just like my father.
I remember watching on the news a reported fire in that area.
All the bodies they found.
And that is something I will take with me for the rest of my life.
So...
I drank.
Also like him.
So yeah.
I know demons.
Religious figures are not on the top of my suspect list.
I am looking for a physical killer.
That's still out there.
There's no copycat.
There is still a black mass cult in the area.
Let's say you're right.
If this is something that could happen again.
Where would it strike next?
Who is this for?
Strictly in confidence.
The older priest.
Had a son.
Has.
An older one.
Thought he was an African.
The church adopted the child.
Since the mother died during birth.
I was being tailored to follow in his steps.
Guided to be an exorcist.
In case of another incident.
A son.
Richard.
Used to be a doctor.
Or some sort.
A surgeon.
I mean.
Just outside the BC area.
He was hit with a large amount of practice.
He was 10 years old.
With wings.
Really?
So he could be next?
Well.
It couldn't take the priest.
So.
The lineage.
The connection.
May be too strong.
I'll get you his address.
I believe he's.
In his father's house.
His old house.
Near the airport.
Alright.
We'll keep an eye out.
Father.
Yes, Henry?
Have you ever.
Performed an exorcism?
Well, shit.
To Providence?
Sure.
First.
The man takes a drink.
Then the drink takes a drink.
And the drink takes the man.
F Scott Fitzgerald.
Wise words.
No judgment.
Please.
We have to leave.
The plan isn't right.
I don't want to stay here.
I don't like that Providence appeals.
We can't leave, Henry.
The Guardian knows what he's doing for us.
He loves us.
And he let us into his home.
I'm happy here.
So is your sister.
He was a good man, right?
You should be, too.
I can't stay here.
Let me take Sarah with me and I'll light that.
Come back, please.
What's the trouble now, Henry?
Can I be of any help?
Sorry, Guardian.
He's just homesick.
We're trying to reassure him that this is our new home now.
And we all love him.
You're welcome to leave anytime you wish.
But are you sure you want to leave your mother and sister?
We need you to stay with the family.
Our family.
Your family.
The wings have brushed against you.
With your help, I will take his form and lead us into paradise.
Take this.
He calls to you.
Henry!
Let him go.
He'll be back.
He may have been chosen, but there will be others just as worthy.
Thank you, Guardian Thorn.
Tonight, we feast.
Thanks to the child of God.
What the hell are you doing here?
Richard Marin?
Officer Cook, I'm holding a weapon.
Hello, officer.
We were expecting you.
Yeah, okay.
Yeah, put your hands up.
Take a step back.
Come here, kid.
Come on.
It's bad.
We.
didn't hear from Officer Cook this morning, Stoker.
We sent backup.
And we found all this.
Jesus.
You examine his body?
Bodies.
I have.
Seven more in that room.
In several stages of decay.
From yesterday fresh to many months.
Like a ritual mass suicide.
Not only asphyxiation and disembowelment,
but also a shot in the head from his own gun.
Black mass.
Why was this house never checked?
Historical site.
Owned by the church.
Supposedly vacant for years.
Poor guy didn't have a chance.
I just sent him here to watch the house.
I've been noticing graffiti of that statue around town
for the past few years since the hospital murders.
Plaster.
Homemade demon.
Cozy.
Aren't you retiring?
And miss all this?
The cuts are the same.
Still thinking scalpel.
Son of a bitch.
Flare.
Boom.
But if this house belongs to the church...
It does make sense.
Something feels off.
I'm gonna need a full autopsy.
You got the camera?
Detective!
No, no, no!
Henry!
What?
They need us back.
They found a suspect.
It's Billy Jessup.
BOOM!
BOOM That's not his blood.
Jesus!
You okay?
Detective, he's in an altered state of mind right now.
He was rambling on about some medallion to get back or something.
He wanted to see you.
Why the hell was he brought here?
That would be my deal.
I thought he'd be safer here.
This is highly irregular.
What is this place?
The church uses this basement room in the
asylum for exorcisms since the incident in 75.
It's rarely used, but we record every event, including him.
What have you done, Billy?
That's not Billy.
At least physically he's there, but...
What are you talking about?
What, is he on something?
Not exactly.
The poor child's been dominated.
Possessed.
That's why he was brought here.
Okay.
We'll discuss that later.
I'll talk to him.
Father.
Does this belong to you?
Yes.
Where did you find it?
Detective Blair?
He's escort father's thrown outside with you in wait.
What?
No.
You need me here.
He needs me.
What do you mean?
No.
You can't do this.
You don't understand what you're dealing with.
We'll be waiting for that.
Are you the demon Vazuzu?
So presumptuous of you.
We have been and are going.
What are you using?
Meth?
Heroin?
The priest.
Very helpful though.
A wolf in cheap clothing he is.
Never too far from the boy.
You like priests?
I don't know.
I was just gonna ask.
We tolerate them.
Rosa asked.
Rosa.
Latin.
Why the Rose as a symbol?
Purity.
Born in a womb of thorns, his blood saturated the land causing sickness and disease.
Your God knew you.
You loved.
Did you get our gift?
You did find it.
It's not the best likeness, but Billy did miss his medallion.
He's such a good little puppet.
Very popular in here now.
Would you like to do his screams?
They are delightful.
You have my attention.
Why are you using Billy?
Oh.
Addicts are so easy to control.
He's been very loyal to our flock.
You mean cult?
These murders cover you 20 years.
Is that you?
Did they make you do this?
20 years.
I'm afraid you'll have to be more precise, detective.
1975.
Two priests and a film director.
1990.
A young boy, two priests and two nurses brutally murdered.
Last year, two young boys and now two officers.
Ring a bell?
Still clean up bodies at the house.
See, we had help with most of these.
Sure, outside help, but...
close to help.
Right thing.
Don't worry.
We have new help now, detective.
What do you mean?
Oh, you will see.
We hate losers.
He's been watching.
Waiting.
Why?
Who?
Detective.
The lieutenant was a witness.
The old priest had a weak heart and the other fool
threw himself out the window before he could take hold.
We had to give up the girl to keep the priest, so...
we have to destroy the lineage.
It took us a lot of energy to wake up.
But he was insistent.
So the cult brought him back.
Who should he be?
Service died!
You have Merrin's son.
Why are you still here?
We never left Merrin's son.
And we still use his talent.
We have to go back to the throne from time to time.
You retrieved that little artifact for us.
This relic.
Oh, you know his skills with the blade.
Beyond reproach.
He sold out years ago.
Sins of the father and all of that.
You got to get in there!
I know you're in there!
So many.
Help me.
Shut up!
I apologize.
You must excuse us.
The piglet needs his punishment.
For his helplessness.
No more!
No.
No, please.
No!
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry!
Stay!
Let me go!
Let.
me go!
Henry!
Don't listen!
Look away!
You ain't no girl with a chance suit, detective.
Don't you recognize the priest?
Oh.
Maybe you were too young.
Let me let you in on a secret, detective.
He was there.
He helped us burn it.
We took so many souls that day.
You missed out on such sweet agony.
Silence!
Author of lies!
Let his blood redeem the evil one!
Of all people, detective, you should know who the real monsters are.
We are just the messengers.
The whisperer.
God, Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, I invoke thy holy name and quietly request
the strength against this and all the other unclean spirits who torment your
servant, William Michael Jessop, in the name of Lord Jesus.
Be gone, servant of evil!
Come into me!
Lord, save your servant!
Save your servant?
Fuck you!
Save your precious hypocritical whore!
The fucking who commands you is he who dominates the sea, the wind, and the storms.
So hear, therefore, and fear her forever, Satan, enemy of the faith, enemy of the
human race, the source of death, the robber of life, twister of justice,
root of evil, wall of vice-events, seducer of boys.
Shall I go on, please?
No.
We love our rights, don't we?
We think this is about taking responsibility, challenging the faith of the righteous.
The foe is coming!
Poor.
servant of God, take me!
Enter into this vessel, I beg you!
Me own you, priest.
Do not mourn the flesh of this people that you know so intimately.
We have the souls of the sacrifices you gave us, and we are content for now.
We have greater intentions.
It is you.
Rob the whole detective for such are false prophets, deceitful
workers, transforming themselves into the apostles of Christ.
A true, perverse killer, this one.
We are spent.
Atoned again.
Help me.
Absolution.
Please.
You are forgiven.
Now come into me.
I am your undying servant.
No!
You son of a bitch!
Guardian of my ass!
What have you done?
It.
was you!
No!
What have you done?
No.
No!
I'm the chosen one now!
I'm next in line!
God dammit!
It's not fair.
All the blood I spilt for you.
I can smell your flesh.
No.
I don't smell your flesh.
Oh my god...
Our Lord is... The Pastors have forsaken you.
I'll be back in.
It's time to come home, Piggy.
The King is coming!
Drop it, Henry!
.
Hey!
We did it!
Dominos crawls through the dark of night Whispering echoes as spirits take flight
Bound by chains of sins untold A soul in torment, a heart gone cold.
Dominos watches from his throne of ash Eyes like fire, a piercing flash He takes
your soul with dread and fear So every breath brings him closer near Absolution
in a shroud of dread A choir of ghosts for the damned and dead Dominos reigns on the
side With a cry beneath his gaze The angels die!
Marble floor stained with sacred blood The tides of fate rise, a crimson flood A
chorus of pain in the hollow nave Each note, a path to an unmarked grave.
Darkness wears a crown of deceit In his shadow, despair and defeat No candles burn
against his might He is the ruler of endless night Absolution in a shroud of
dread A choir of ghosts for the damned and dead Dominos
reigns on the silent cry Beneath his gaze, the angels die!