(FADE IN:)

INT. - RICHARDS HOUSE - NIGHT

The young man writhed on the bed, red-faced and screaming in a voice vibrating with hate. His hands and feet thrashed as he fought against some inner power only he recognized. The black-suited priest leaned over him, spraying his skin with holy water. The parents hovered in the doorway of the bedroom.

"What's happening?" The mother's shrieking demand for answers only seemed to fuel the young man's agony. Sweat ...