[last lines]
Erin Bruner: [Looking at Emily's gravestone] Who chose the epitaph?
Father Moore: I did. It's from the second chapter of the Phillipines, Verse 12. Emily recited it to me the night before she died.
[Erin places her white flowers on Emily's grave. The epitaph reads: "Work out your own Salvation, with fear and trembling."]
Dr. Cartwright: That girl was not schizophrenic, she was not epileptic, or any combination of the two. I've seen hundreds of people with those problems. They have terrible afflictions, of course, but they don't scare me.
Erin Bruner: But what you saw in Emily that night? It scared you?
Dr. Cartwright: God, if I'd known, I never would
have been there. I examined that girl before I drove back to the city. She was lucid and completely aware of the separate entity inside her. When she wasn't in its grasp, she was totally herself and completely normal, which contradicts the medical statement...
Erin Bruner: Crazy people don't know they're crazy.
Father Moore: [before the exorcism] Do not ask it any questions or pay any attention to what it says.
Jason: It?
Father Moore: We won't be dealing with Emily tonight.
[Emily is in the church, standing before a gold crucifix sitting on a table in the middle of two lit candles. She stretches out one arm and starts bending backwards from her waist]
Jason: Oh, my God. Emily?
[Emily's head turns to face him. Her eyes are red]
Emily Rose: [possesed] DON'T TOUCH ME!
[She suddenly falls to the ground and
stars to cry. Her eyes return to normal. Jason starts backing away]
Emily Rose: Jason, please... don't leave me!
Father Moore: Emily, can you hear me?
Emily Rose: [in Latin] I am the one who dwells within.
Father Moore: And I am the one who comes in His name.
Emily Rose: You think you can force me out, priest? Try. I dare you.
[Emily twitches and falls to the ground]
Ethan Thomas: I'm looking at your list of published articles, doctor. You've been quite busy, prolific. So, based on your time spent with holy rollers, snake handlers, voodoo priestesses and Indians tripping on peyote buds, based on observing these bizarre individuals, you've concluded that possession is a basic typical human experience?
Dr. Adani: I must
say, counselor, that's quite a laundry list of disdain and one that thoroughly mischaracterizes my research.
Father Moore: I now command you! Give me your name, demon!
Emily Rose: *Names!* *Names!* One, two, three, four, five, six!
Father Moore: Ancient serpents, depart from this servant of God! Tell me your six names!
Emily Rose: We are the ones who dwell within!
Ethan Thomas: [to courtroom] Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Ethan Thomas. I'm the assistant district attorney, and I represent the people. In the case before you, the evidence will show that the victim had a serious medical condition that demanded treatment. We will prove that the victim's condition rendered her physically and psychologically incapable of caring
for herself. Her care was then wholly entrusted to that man, the defendant, Father Richard Moore. She became his responsibility, and he betrayed that responsibility by persuading her to abandon her medical treatment in favor of religious treatment: a ritual exorcism performed by the defendant, allegedly to cure the victim by ridding her of demonic forces. We will demonstrate that this course of
action directly resulted in the victim's death. I said a moment ago that I represent the people. We all know what that means, but it's a little abstract, isn't it? Miss Bruner, the attorney for the defense is seated right next to the man she represents. And I stand here to represent the people. That's not really why I stand here today. I'm here on behalf of someone who can't sit at a table and
look at you every day and gain your sympathy, someone who can't take the stand to testify and tell you what happened in her own words. A young girl that could've been your daughter. Could've been mine. A girl who trusted Father Richard Moore with her life. This is what she looked like, before the defendant began his religious treatment. This is a photograph taken of her on the day that she died. I
stand here for Emily Rose who died horribly at age 19. You won't be able to see Emily sitting here day after day during this trial. But I hope you'll remember her as she was when she was alive and full of hopes and dreams. And as she was when Father Richard Moore was finished with her... and left her to die. Thank you.
Father Moore: There are forces surrounding this trial... dark, powerful forces.