Red Lights (2012) Movie Script

Margaret.

Yes?

You should get

some sleep.

Dr. Matheson!

Thanks for coming.

You can't imagine how

pleased I am to see you.

This is Dr. Matheson,

actually.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Please, forgive me.

These last few days have

been a bit difficult.

Don't worry, I should have worn a lab coat.

That's Dr. Buckley.

Nice to meet you.

The pleasure's

all mine, really.

You can't begin to imagine what's

been going on here, really.

We haven't slept

a wink in weeks--

isn't that right, Sarah?

She hasn't been coping

very well None of us have

Did I mention we haven't

slept a wink in days?

That's it.

Did you hear?

It's starting.

Did you hear him?

He is a bit angry today.

Who's angry?

Traci's been

a real help, you know?

She's, uh-- she's

been such a help.

I bet.

Can we see the rest

of the house?

Sure. This

way, please.

It's an old house,

but the price was great.

We only moved in a while ago.

We're still settling in.

Hi, I'm Tom.

Uh, I'm a physicist.

- If you want to keep doing--

- I'm a physicist, too.

What did you think I was?

A housewife?

- A hairdresser?

- No, I--

- Oh, I--I didn't mean--

- Forget it.

Actually, I am

a hairdresser.

Oh.

Traci.

Traci Northrop.

Tom, enough mingling.

We're going upstairs.

I know, she's

been a real help.

Since when?

I don't know,

a few days.

Three or four, isn't

that right, Sarah?

You took so long. We

didn't know where to turn.

We're not a public

service, Mr. Sidgwick.

We do what we can.

Sure. Uh, excuse

me a moment.

The girls room.

Susan.

How many times have

I told you not to play

on the floor till

the heating gets fixed.

We're still settling

in, you know?

We, uh--still have some

stuff to sort out.

But the price

was great.

Stand up, sweetheart,

and say hello.

Say hi.

Hi.

- Hi.

You said "the girls."

Julia is

at her grandparents.

She wasn't

feeling so great,

so we thought

we just as soon

send her back to Vermont

for a few days.

A few days.

She's much better now.

Everything's ready.

Sorry. I didn't

mean to butt in.

Whenever you want.

Too much light.

When I begin the session,

no matter what happens,

please don't break

the circle.

It can be dangerous.

January twenty-second.

Eleven fifteen.

Session participants are, from

- Mr. Sidgwick

and his wife,

Dr. Margaret Matheson

and Traci Northrop.

The session is recorded

by Dr. Thomas Buckley.

Temperature is dropping

slowly, one degree--

Correction, two degrees.

Spring scale pressure

remains constant.

I--I can hardly hear you.

Speak up, please.

I can hardly hear you.

I know.

I know, but you

have to speak louder.

Gently.

Please, we've

come to help you.

It really hurts!

Stop it.

Tell it to stop!

Michael, don't break it.

It hurts.

I can't--

I demand

that you stop!

I'm telling you, I

demand that you stop!

Michael, don't

break the circle.

It hurts!

I can't!

- Don't break the circle!

- I demand that you stop!

Mommy! Mommy!

I'm scared, Mommy!

Let's get out of here.

Let's go away from here.

Okay, darling.

Okay.

So do you

miss Vermont?

- Where do you live?

- In Bakersfield.

Nice?

Uh-huh.

Your sister

like it too?

Who had the idea

about the closet?

Was that you,

or your sister?

Julia.

She show you how to bang it

against the wall like that?

It really

scares my dad.

What about your mom?

Mom wants to leave, too.

Let's make a deal,

just between you and me.

Do we have

to shake hands?

No, we don't have

to shake hands.

Here's the deal.

If you promise not

to do it again

I won't say

anything to your dad.

That's it.

I--I didn't do that

thing with the table.

No, I know that, Susan. I

didn't ask you about a table.

My sister's gonna

be real sad.

Yeah.

She's gonna

be real sad.

My car, you drive.

That's fair.

- Why is that fair?

- It is.

Where are you going?

You still didn't get

to the bottom of this!

Don't worry about it,

Mr. Sidgwick.

If the banging starts

again, just call us.

And get rid

of the hairdresser!

It's been an honor to fly

you here, Mr. Silver.

I hope you had

a pleasant flight.

Please, allow me

to help you--

Would you

mind letting go of me?

Thank you.

If you press down

hard on the top of the table

and draw your hands

toward your body,

the outer

two table lengths

are going to go up like

a schoolgirl's dress.

You can even stick

the edge of your shoe

under one

of the table legs

and, by pressing down

firmly with your hands

and lifting your foot

at the same time,

you can make the whole

table come off the ground.

It just takes

a little bit of muscle

and a whole

lot of practice.

So, with the right

partner in crime,

you can put on quite a show.

The setting is important.

Keep it dark,

always, under

any pretext whatsoever.

The spirits demand it,

you need to concentrate--

I know what you are thinking.

It's not scientific.

But you need darkness to develop

a photograph, don't you?

Miss Owen?

So are you saying that

all paranormal phenomena

are frauds

without any exception?

Actually, no, I'm not.

The majority simply have

a natural explanation

or are the result

of subjective interpretation.

But how do you

establish proper controls?

It's not difficult.

In a case like this one, without

any special preparation,

we would sit the medium

against the wall

and place two cards

behind his elbows.

Then if he moves his

arms to shift the table,

the cards will fall.

If the cards

remain in place,

only the spirit

of a very friendly stagehand

is going to be

moving that table.

That's the principle.

Or if you prefer,

you can mark out

a security perimeter

for the hands

to ensure that

no pressure is applied

outside the center of gravity.

For instance,

for the round table,

it will only move if pressure

is exerted here--or here.

Have you ever

come across a single case

that couldn't

be explained?

Like the existence of

an anomalous ability?

An anomalous ability?

Like what?

Like running a hundred

meters in under ten seconds?

Like composing a masterpiece

when you're stone deaf?

Your brain may be

the exception, Ben,

but most brains carry out

a dazzling array of complex

mental processes every second.

100,000 million neurons in

constant synaptic communication

geared to generating and regulating

our sensations and perceptions.

How we reason, how we think,

our emotions,

our mental images,

our attention span,

learning, memory.

Are these not merits enough

for the brain

without it having

"special powers" as well?

So you're

saying the existence of any kind

of paranormal power

is impossible?

What I'm saying,

Miss Owen,

is that after 30 years of

investigating all kinds of phenomena

with the right

controls in place,

I have yet to witness

a single miracle.

- Excellent table lifting.

- Thank you.

I--I just

sat in on your class.

Dr. Shackleton.

Inspirational.

Congratulations.

You know, I admire

your skepticism, Margaret,

but you can't deny reality just

because you can't explain it.

That's not

exactly true.

I can't explain why your

department gets double our budget,

but I don't deny

it's the case.

So let's talk,

join forces.

We're making huge strides

forward in the SPRC.

A discerning vision like

yours could really help.

I don't do hocus

pocus, Shackleton.

I suggest you

don't either.

You didn't

even touch that.

How do you do that?

Isn't that incredible?

Well, it doesn't

always work, Mike.

I got lucky today,

that's all.

The fact is,

we can all do it.

Well, frankly, I knew

that, uh, blind people

had a more developed

sense of smell,

but after what we've

seen here tonight--

You're right.

Simon Silver became

popular at the end of the Sixties

and his fame continued

to grow over the next decade.

In 1.975, he suddenly

announced his retirement,

stunning his legion of fans.

Many linked his exit

from the limelight

with the death of a veteran

journalist, Martin Weiner,

a skeptical reporter

who suffered

a heart attack

while attending

one of Silver's shows.

The post-mortem concluded

the heart attack was

the result of

natural causes

but Silver was never able

to shake off the suspicion

surrounding Weiner's death.

He disappeared just as suddenly

as he had become a star,

which is why his

come-back announcement

more than 30 years after

his last public appearance...

Margaret, I

was watching that.

Sorry, I, uh--

I thought maybe you wouldn't

hear me, 'cause you--didn't.

Is Dr. Matheson around?

Uh--

No, she's not.

Mm.

Can I leave the

assignment with you?

Yeah.

Just watch

the coin, okay?

- Where'd it go?

- Lift your glass, please.

Where did you

learn to do that?

You can't always

trust your eyes.

You did most of the magic

by looking in the wrong place.

Oh, now you're really

taking the fun out of it.

The simpler, the better.

That's the principle.

The only way to pull a

rabbit out of a hat

is by putting it there

in the first place.

Open it.

It's in your left hand.

Did you--

Did you see that?

No, I got lucky.

The class is really

great, you know?

It makes you think.

So, right, um--

you been working

for Matheson long?

Or are you

a psychologist too?

Or a magician?

Wha--?

Uh, no,

I'm not a magician.

Um, actually,

I'm a physicist.

- So why do you do this?

- Do what?

Investigate fake

paranormal stuff.

Don't you think

it's a bit weird?

- I just try to help Margaret--

- I mean, what for?

If someone claims to have

powers and actually don't,

who cares?

Why bother?

If your mom was one

of those people

who went to see

a psychic

because, um-- her stomach

was bothering her

and the psychic

told her that it was nothing,

that it was just a--

a touch of gastritis.

But then

later on--

you find out

it was stomach cancer

and it's too late to treat.

Do you think then you'd

say "Why bother?"

Did--did that

happen to you?

Okay, watch this.

Ready? Here we go.

Oh, God!

Jesus Christ!

Oh my God,

how did you do that?

Doesn't that hurt?

No.

Well, a litt--

a little.

Simon Silver,

perhaps the most celebrated

psychic of all time,

will visit us here

in just under three weeks.

On/ine bookings have

sky-rocketed in just six hours.

And as soon as the Columbus

Theatre box office opens,

there will be a mad

rush for tickets.

Margaret Matheson.

Hello?

Are you okay, Stevie?

You want your music, Stevie?

You want us

to put on your music?

Sometimes it helps him

to listen to music.

Okay.

He thinks

this is really cool!

We do too, but

we don't paint!

Only Stevie paints!

Isn't that right, Stevie?

You paint, don't you?

Kids, huh?

Automatic painting,

my ass!

I was about to make him

eat those crayons.

You heard it, it was, it

was the interference.

It was because Stevie and Van Gogh,

they just-- they don't talk.

If it would

help him channel,

I'm sure the mother would be

happy to cut off his ear.

- Well, a 90 mile drive

- Hm.

And not one

lousy doodle.

Are you okay?

If it were just

me on my own, I--

I don't think

I could continue.

I'm getting too old

for this shit.

Oh, come on.

Where did

you spring from?

You know you could

have a brilliant career

at any university

in the world, right?

You know that.

- Mm. I like this.

- But why are you with me?

Hey, so, um--

Yeah, I was, uh--

You know, maybe

it would be good if

someone else joined the team.

Do you ever think about that?

She's a little young,

don't you think?

Who?

For what?

Right.

I think I'll

look in on David.

If you could drop

me there, please.

Okay.

The reason people

believe in ghosts is

the same as the

reason they believe

in haunted houses

or tunnels of light.

Because it would mean that there

was something-- after death.

I only wish there were.

But I'm not prepared

to let my--beliefs

be determined by my

desires or my--needs.

If David woke up now

and looked in the mirror,

he wouldn't even

know who the man was

staring back at him.

He wouldn't know who I was.

If I thought for one second

that there was something else,

I would shut off all this crap

and let my son go.

Margaret.

A contactee was visited

and raped on a daily basis

by an extraterrestrial.

Savagely possessed.

Every night.

So she goes to a hypnologist

and the visits stop.

So she goes back to the

hypnologist and says:

"Can't you just make him

come back once a week?"

You know, there are two

kinds of people out there

with a special gift:

the ones who really think

they have some kind of power

and the other guys--

who think

we can't figure them out.

They're both wrong.

Aren't

you a little young?

For what?

Right.

So what are

we looking for?

Red lights.

Red lights?

Discordant notes,

things that

shouldn't be there.

Like that

guy over there.

Hot dogs, hamburgers!

Hey, what about

over there?

Well spotted.

- I'm so so sorry.

- What, are you blind?

- It's totally my fault.

- Watch where you're going.

- No, I wasn't watching. I'm sorry.

- Give me that.

- I'm sorry.

- Go on, just get lost now, will you, buddy?

Apologies.

Hoo.

Ha.

Like candy from a baby.

Good.

In we go.

Okay.

Ah. Dr. Matheson.

I take it you've been

told I like the box all to myself.

Yes, of course, doctor,

we know that,

but I was just thinking

we'd have a safe--

And I'm sure you understand

that this deployment

is not what I meant

when I said discreet.

I'm sorry,

Dr. Matheson.

I'll give the orders

to pull back.

Doctor, how come we're

so sure this guy's a fraud?

Ever heard

of Occam's razor?

Occam's razor?

When I hear the

drumming of hooves,

I don't

think unicorns,

I think horses.

Hm.

My name

is Leonardo Palladino.

I can see things.

Just like you.

If not, I would be blind.

I am a mentalist.

I've got a mind, like you.

I'm a clairvoyant.

Because

I can see clearly.

He hasn't changed

a single word.

The only difference--

- You know Palladino from before?

- Hm.

Well, not exactly.

We've had,

Leonardo Borga,

Giordano and--

What was it?

Zarica.

Zarica. But Leonardo Palladino,

it's our first time.

And we're

just thrilled.

And he can't see us?

Not with this light.

The glass is polarized.

No one can see anything.

Unless of course they

have special powers.

I'll tell you

what I don't believe in.

Watch this.

I don't believe in angels

of light curing the good.

I don't believe in

extraterrestrial beings

coming down from the sky

to guide the human race

to an age of re-awakening.

That's new.

Is that the Zimmer?

Yeah, I fixed it

It's all good.

You fixed it? You should

have sent it out.

We don't have any

money. It's fine.

Tom, we should

ask for the money.

I said I fixed it.

It'll work.

-with the Cosmos.

I don't

believe in the Devil.

I don't believe in gods.

I don't believe

in God himself!

I only believe

in a primal, single...

Come on, Tom,

let's go.

Yeah, just a sec.

I'm on it.

...an explosion

of lucidity,

old like the world, which

burns deep within me

and explodes with savage

brutality...

- Tom.

- Yeah, just give me a sec.

- Tom.

- One second. I'm on it.

I only believe in me!

Tom!

I only believe in me!

Come on, Tom.

That's it. Got it.

Leo, can you hear me?

Leo, if you can't hear

me, you're in trouble.

My head--

My head.

Judi Cale.

I can feel it.

Judi Cale

- Judi Cale.

- To your right.

Judi Cale.

She should be in the

8th row, next to...

They're using inhibitors.

They know what they're doing.

- Can't you do something?

- Yeah, I think so. Just a minute.

Judi Cale, stand up right

now, in the name of God!

Hallelujah! Leonardo

believes again.

Stand up right now.

Stand up right now,

in the name of God!

Lives with her

parents at 3154 Greenwich.

3154 Greenwich.

I can see a ring of white

fire protecting your home.

The girl's

got stomach cancer, Leo.

Don't be scared.

Stomach cancer.

Everything all

right down there?

Everything's wonderful.

Thanks for asking.

- Is it always like this?

- No. We got lucky.

The signal scrambles

every 40 to 50 seconds.

I just gotta isolate

this frequency.

They're not

usually this careful.

I know what's

wrong with you, Judi.

Don't be scared.

Get out!

Leave Judi's stomach! She

doesn't need you anymore!

Get out of there!

Judi.

You're cured.

Shout it out.

I'm cured.

Shout it out, in

the name of God!

I'm cured!

Hallelujah!

'Got it!

Alright,

Leo, Richard Vargas-

Richard Vargas

I'm calling Richard Vargas,

in the name of God!

No, Leo,

correct your position.

I'm calling Richard Vargas,

in the name of God!

He should be

on your right.

Don't be afraid on account

of your sins, Richard.

Stand up and accept

the light of salvation!

He really knows

his moves, doesn't he?

He had a good teacher.

He worked with Silver

for over a year.

Simon Silver,

the blind guy?

Okay, so he's

here with his sister, Maria,

and his mother--

Just hang on--

Dorina.

Richard, don't

be afraid.

Dorina and Maria aren't afraid.

Listen to them.

They want you

to come to the light.

Watch out, Leo! Don't...

don't get in line with the...

Sorry, my fault-

I think everything's all right.

Everything okay?

You gotta be shitting me.

Do Yo" Copy me, Leo?

I'm with you, Richard!

I'm sorry, my fault'.

Look at me, Richard.

Look at me.

423 Wilbur.

You guys go position yourselves

in the central block now.

We're going with the woman on crutches.

Row--32.

That was close.

Did you check

the auxiliary control?

No. No, Leo. Stop touching

his chest, please.

His arm is the problem.

You know,

one of these days

somebody's gonna

work out he's Argentinean.

Then--then we'll

be in real shit.

Hey. You guys

lose this?

A lot of cancer. Mm.

I'm here, I'm back. There's

no doubt about that.

You know what I'm

talking about, Simon.

Are you going

back on stage?

Well, who

knows, Nina.

I heard it's

a distinct possibility.

I know it's

a delicate subject,

but your last show didn't

turn out so great.

According to some

people, you were--

That was a long time ago

and I said all I had to

say about it back then.

It was a just an unfortunate

thing that happened.

You gotta admit

it was weird.

Your biggest

detractor attacks you

at your own

show, and--

It was unpleasant

for everyone.

The rumor at

the time was that

Martin Weiner

was writing a book

to demonstrate that you

were, uh--well, a fake.

That's, that's

the kind of thing

that I mean

that doesn't stack up.

The same folks out there

who say I have no powers

also say I induced a

heart attack in Martin.

Your number one enemy?

You're safe

with me, Nina.

You know what I think?

I think you're getting

everybody to talk about you

without even going

out there again.

Wouldn't that just

confirm my powers?

You bet it would!

You know, Silver? I've been

wanting to do this for 30 years.

You know what I've

brought with me?

Let me guess.

Is it something

that I can--

bend?

Well, how did

you know that?

Did you just

read my mind?

No. The handle's been

sticking out of your pocket

for the last

few minutes.

So you can--

You are just a big

kid, you know that?

All right, what

do you guys think?

Should we ask him

to bend it'?

Why does no one let

me watch TV in this place?

Because only housewives

watch that show.

Come on!

I have nothing

against housewives.

My mom happens

to be one.

I'm sure your mom

doesn't sit around all day doing

macram? and watching crap TV.

We should take

a shot at Silver.

Oh, come on.

Forget about it.

There's nothing interesting

for us there.

This arrived

this morning.

It hasn't been

digitally retouched.

It's a trampoline.

Are there no real

challenges left out there?

Silver's a

real challenge.

Silver's already

been investigated.

Yeah, like 30 years ago. We

should investigate him now.

He doesn't interest me.

Forget him.

He interests me. Come on! He's

gonna be here in 10 days.

You are like a broken record.

I said no.

What is wrong with you?

Are you afraid of him?

So, if you can get that in--

into a chart for me--Margaret!

Margaret, I heard about Palladino.

Everyone's talking about it.

I wanted to say thank you. People

like them give us a bad name.

I doubt it.

Come on, Margaret,

give us a break.

It's serious work

we're doing up there.

We started

with scores of 2.1.

You know, nothing to write

home about, I know,

but in the last couple of

weeks we scored 3.4, 4, 4.6--

And the chances the difference are down

to coincidence is 2 in 100, Margaret.

- PauL

- Two in a hundred!

All right--

All right.

Tom, go ahead and start

class without me.

Take this,

this and that.

And, um, show them the photograph.

They'll enjoy that.

I won't be long.

So what is it this time?

Psychic photography?

- Retrocognition, remote vision?

- Telepathy.

- Drawings, sealed envelopes, cards?

- Zener cards.

Double blind, triple

blind, simple blind?

Simple blind.

I did it myself.

I take it from your enthusiasm

you just did a test.

That's right.

Were you facing

your subject?

Sure.

What about them?

Uh, they were in the control

booth, monitoring the subject.

Who was monitoring you?

Me? Why would anyone want

to be monitoring me?

It's a joke.

So were you at the same

eye level as the subject?

Approximately, yes

- Under a light, I guess.

- Yes.

The way we are now?

More or less, I guess.

- You have the cards with you?

- No, I-I don't have them here.

- Oh. Yeah, here.

- Okay.

Okay.

Shoot

What do you

mean, "shoot"?

Go ahead. Shoot.

- T-To you?

- Sure.

- Here?

- Why not?

Okay.

Square.

Cross.

Square.

Star.

- Wave.

- How are you doing that?

- Methodological defects--

- No, w--w--they're not transparent, we make sure--

improper controls, the inadvertent

inclusion of relevant data

or, in this case,

all three at

the same time.

Congratulations.

Next time, try taking

them off first.

So why'd you hold the

card up to the light?

So you wouldn't think

about your glasses.

So, these images were

made during the Cold War--

under conditions controlled

by the Soviet authorities,

so there was no

independent investigations.

Leningrad, 1970.

Here Katia Novikova

carries out

one of her more

controversial experiments.

As you can see,

she concentrates intensely

on the heart of the frog,

at the beginning

making it beat faster,

then slower,

and then, stopping

it beating altogether.

Katia asserted that she had, she had

inherited her powers from her mother--

and that during her childhood,

she would see objects...

Only God is right

all the time, Dr. Matheson.

And yes, there are sensitives

who are impostors,

just like

there are skeptics.

Uh, you know, even scientists

are wrong every day.

But you, the

professional skeptics,

you also seem to be

experts in rhetoric.

Don't--don't bite off

my finger, doctor.

Look where

I'm pointing.

Scientists' mistakes are

usually random, Mr. Cohen.

Pseudo-scientists' mistakes

tend to be directional.

Dr. Matheson seems

to forget that she

set up her stall

on this over 30 years ago.

Most professionals are fully

aware of the dangers of fraud

and design their experiments with

every imaginable precaution.

We're believers, doctor,

not simply credulous.

Very smart people are

often the most credulous

and are taken in by all

kinds of phenomena.

They're easy victims of fraud

because they think logically,

and professional magicians

count on that.

Like your client, for instance.

He's certainly one of them.

You should've told me

she would be here.

Oh, you said you wouldn't

speak to my client.

Are you scared of me too?

The question is why does every

parapsychological phenomenon vanish

when there's a qualified

skeptic in the room?

Three to four Americans say they've had

some kind of metaphysic experience

and an even

higher percentage say--

He's gotta be in on it.

He's in on it.

Doctor, this is a question for you.

Don't you think--?

Margaret, just

get out of there.

-and even my colleagues,

the experimental

psychologists--

They're just gonna box her in.

They're just boxing her in.

...about their approach

to strange occurrences.

This is just what I'm

saying, it's just rhetoric.

It's just

pure rhetoric,

it's just talking the talk,

but to refute the role

that all crows are black you need

just one single white one. Actually--

I've never seen a

white crow, have you?

Look a bit harder.

Miss Hansen, I believe that

you're Simon Silver's agent,

are you not?

I guess that means you've

gotten to know him pretty well

over the years,

is that true?

I'm privileged.

He's a constant inspiration.

Silver's comeback has turned

into an event.

His recent sell-out performances

in both Atlanta and Dallas

can only be described

as an unbelievable success.

Today he will be

performing in our city,

at the Columbus Theater, less than

500 yards away from this studio.

Now, Miss Hansen, is "perform"...?

That's a funny word.

Do you think that's the right word

to describe what's going on here?

I would say "share."

Simon has never been ashamed of

sharing his extraordinary abilities.

I think that "perform"

is exactly the right word.

I beg to disagree.

Why allow for

a rigorous study

when the mass spectacle

is there to be embraced

and there's money

to be made?

A lot of money,

I would imagine.

The word "choice."

- Excuse me, Simon Silver

- Taking advantage of people.

Was subjected to rigorous studies

by at least two different--

Oh, come on!

Universities of

unquestionable renown.

But I guess

you know this, doctor,

since you were on one

of those committees.

I never signed off

on the findings however.

- Are you okay?

- Sh--sh--sh.

The

experiments weren't done

under proper

controlled conditions.

Yeah,

controlled conditions.

Those of us born different

feel real safe.

Complete inspection

of all body orifices,

Faraday cages where we are

locked away like animals,

And--and you're

surprised that Silver

refused to subject

himself to that.

No, I'm not

at all surprised

that he refused to

follow the one protocol

that would effectively eliminate

any possibility of fraud.

All this sounds very convincing,

doctor, but in actual fact,

telepathic experiments...

No, no, no, no, do not

go on the defensive.

Margaret, do not go

on the defensive!

She's going

on the defensive.

Can you see this?

This is what she does.

She goes on the defensive and

then the whole thing just--

-in light of

my considerable experience

investigating these phenomena,

Aw, don't give

'em an edge.

...Of the existence

of paranormal powers...

She's gonna

mention the bone.

Just wait, she's gonna

mention the bone.

Do not

mention the bone.

I've spoken to some

of those supposed victims

whose eyes you

claim to have opened,

and, believe me, they don't

have very nice things

to say about you.

Telling people they've been

victimized by these crazy ideas

and then trying to get

the ideas away from them

it's like trying to take

a bone away from a dog.

They don't

want to let go.

Maybe / don'!

know my place but'-

How did

you know that?

Because I'm psychic.

Yes, she did,

that's exactly what we are to you.

We were animals.

What I'm saying is give me

proof that a photon of light

can pass through

a human body

and I will start to

believe in invisibility.

Until that happens,

all we're talking about here

is simple subjective beliefs.

What do you

believe in, Dr. Matheson?

Do you have a transcendent

view of life?

A what?

Well, you

talk about beliefs.

What do you

believe in?

Well, I don't really see what

that has to do with anything.

Well, it's a very

simple question

that maybe

you can answer.

I'm just asking you,

do you believe or don't you?

Well, I try to

understand, not believe.

So you accept that it's possible

there's something out there?

No, I didn't say that.

You're a

religious person?

No. You know, once, long

ago, I suppose I was.

Long ago?

And you lost your faith.

What--what happened, what--

What happened to

turn you into this--

lost, lonely woman?

- It's just a simple question.

- We're done.

Oh, so just

get up and walk away?

I didn't mean

anything by it.

Sometimes things get'

said, Dr. Maths-son,

and it's not always

pure hyperbole-

It's always

the same with girls

I'm terribly

sorry about this.

We expected her to

follow through--

Animals!

--and I hope

she'll come back

Meantime, thank

you to the panelists.

This is one

of the kinder ones.

- What the hell were you thinking?

- Tom.

Do you have any idea the

advantage he has over us now?

In one minute we've

gone back decades!

We gotta investigate Silver!

We gotta do it now!

Tom, I can see

you're angry--

You've been keeping me

away from him for weeks.

I'm not stupid, Margaret,

so stop pretending I am.

I know you're not.

He is not worth your--

Enough!

We gotta

investigate him,

and if you won't,

I'll do it on my own.

Look, I know they did

a job on you, okay?

I know it wasn't fair and

that stooge of Silver's

played dirty.

But she did it.

They took you by

surprise, I understand.

I don't know what I would

have done in your place

We look like idiots.

It's been over two years

since we received

a lousy private dollar

and the department funding

is so ridiculously low,

the only way they can make it

clearer they want rid of us

is with a marching band.

It has nothing to do

with the university,

it's Silver.

But Silver

wasn't even there!

Silver is

always there.

Don't you get it?

No, we gotta

investigate Silver!

And we

gotta do it now!

Tom, sit down.

Just sit down.

Please?

This is how

he does it.

He did it to me, and now

he's doing it to you.

- What does that even mean?

- It's not the first time.

He knows

what he's doing.

We're weak, Tom. We want to

be strong but we're not.

You're not

angry with me.

Every time I close my eyes,

I see my son that day.

I see David playing

over there on the floor.

He was so small.

He was sturdy.

And then he fell.

He just fell over.

I thought he was

playing, but he wasn't.

He was four

years old.

- Margaret, I'm really--

- Shh.

Everything's all right.

I write to him,

you know?

Because I know

he can't hear me.

"Dear David..."

Silver and I

were on a television show just

like the one yesterday...

and he was shouting.

I was shouting.

We were young.

And then he

started staring.

Not at me.

He was staring at

something beside me,

as if he could see

someone beside me,

you know, the

way the mediums do

when they say they

can see an angel or--

or a dead relative

next to you.

No. I wasn't surprised.

I was expecting theatrics,

so I was prepared.

"I see a boy

by your side.

"I see a blond boy.

"Do you know who that

might be, Margaret?

"Has a boy close

to you died?"

I didn't answer.

I couldn't speak.

I was so frightened.

And he kept going.

"This boy is asking

you to let him go.

"He says you

have to let him go.

"It's his time and you

won't let him go."

Now, did I

denounce him

as an unscrupulous fraud?

Did I tell him that my

son was still alive?

Did I say anything in front

of those millions of people

who were waiting

for my answer?

No. I didn't say a thing.

And you know the one

thing I can't forgive?

And I hate myself

for feeling this.

I hate myself from the moment

I wake up in the morning

to when I close

my eyes at night.

What I can't forgive is not

that he dared to use my son,

my sleeping, sick son.

What I can't forgive

is that for one second,

and it only

lasted a second,

I thought

it might be true.

He made me doubt!

And everyone

could see it.

He's dangerous, Tom.

Stay away from him.

What can

you really know?

What can you really trust?

What are your doubts?

What are your certainties?

What do you call truth?

When you look at the sky,

what do you see?

Shadows? Reflections?

Distant echoes?

You see the moon as it was

more than a second ago.

You see the sun as it was

shining eight minutes ago.

But what

do you really see?

Can you trust your eyes?

Can you trust--me?

We can go forward

with lies but--

we can never go back.

You are cured.

Go in peace.

I never felt proud

of being what I am.

I didn't choose it.

I didn't ask for anything.

Why was I chosen?

Who singled me out?

You're asking

yourselves the same questions.

Right now.

At this very instant.

I can hear you.

James Liddenbrock.

James Herbert Liddenbrock.

Stand up!

Margaret?

Margaret!

Margaret.

It's okay.

Come on.

Help!

Please!

Help!

What are you

doing, Margaret?

Fuck!

It's okay.

All right.

You gotta wait here.

As soon as we know anything,

I'll come find you.

- Does she have any relatives?

- Uh, well, a son, but--

- Can you let him know?

- Uh...

As soon as we know anything,

I'll come find you.

Hey.

Uh, they told me

you were here.

How's the doctor?

Is she all right?

I don't--uh,

I don't know.

They haven't

told me anything.

What happened to you?

You're hurt.

I wasn't with her.

I was at the theater

with Silver.

She told me

not to go.

I said horrible things.

What's the point in keeping him

here like that after all this time?

Every science has its

corresponding pseudoscience.

Psychology has its flip

side, parapsychology.

Medicine has acupuncture

and homeopathy.

Astronomy has astrology.

I've had personalized birth

charts made for each of you

based on your

individual dates of birth.

If you could open

the envelope, please,

and study them carefully.

Hello?

Hello? This is

Tom Buckley.

Hello?

This is Tom Buckley.

Silver?

Okay, now you've

all had a chance to

study your charts

so we're going to grade

them from one through five,

one being a low level

of coincidence

five, being a maximum

of correlation.

How many ones?

Good.

Two?

Threes?

Good.

Four?

Good.

And five?

Good.

Okay. If you can

pass your chart

to the person behind you.

And if you guys

in the back--

What?

They're all the same.

Er--

We're just going to leave

it at that for today, so--

We'll pick it up tomorrow.

Thank you for coming.

Fuck!

This isn't my

first time inside, know that?

Leonardo.

Yes, Buckley, Leonardo.

Good memory.

You're butting

in already!

At 5:00 a.m. they give you

a little carton of milk.

I don't eat breakfast.

I wait until lunch at eleven.

Elbow macaroni with hot

pepper, rice, frijoles...

Hardly ever meat.

Sometimes you get

a spicy hamburger.

They think

we're all Mexicans.

At five, you get

the same thing again.

And that's it

until the next day.

So at night I take out

my carton of milk.

Leonardo...

I've lost 15 pounds

in less than 4 weeks.

- Leonardo!

- Yes?

You told Silver

we'd be there,

didn't you?

You told him how

we shut you down.

Did the blind guy

spook us then, Buckley?

Did the blind guy see us

when we were up to no good?

When'd you talk to Silver?

Buckley, you've come

to the wrong place.

Silver doesn't

need me to know

whatever he wants

to know, get it?

This isn't one

of your shows.

I'm the guy

who put you in here.

Now tell me when

you spoke to Silver!

I hardly know Silver, you

fucking shit for brains!

You worked with him

for over a year!

20 years ago! Did

nobody tell you that?

I'm 37, Buckley.

I was just a fucking

kid back then.

He used me!

I just had to cry and shut

up whenever he told me.

Do you think he spilled his

fucking heart out to me?

I'm wasting

my time here.

You've got no idea what

you're getting yourself into.

Good seeing you

again, Leonardo.

You've got no idea what

you're getting yourself into!

Whoa, did you know...

Silver canceled his

last' performances in Denver

to do one more here?

I guess

he-'s afraid of flying-

I hope the theater

had insurance-

I mean, last show in

town almost spelled

the end of

the Columbus Theater.

Forget it. My nephew bends

spoons all the time

and all he's gotten

for his troubles

is to make my sister

hide the spoons.

If your nephew was blind,

God forbid

I would say that

If my nephew was blind,

my sister wouldn't need

to hide the spoons.

That sure

would be cruel.

- You bet.

- Ow.

What' do you say we open the phone

lines so some people can call?

Anybody blind out there

who wants to sue us?

Anybody-- What?

No, no, please.

No- None of that

I challenge you

You'll leave us

with no aim in life!

Bring it on... bring...

Fuck!

What?

Okay, okay, Okay-

Come on!

Come on.

Oh, fuck!

I'm sor--

I'm sorry.

# In the summertime when

the weather is hot #

# You can touch right up

And touch the-- #

Ah, fuck!

Fuck.

Okay.

Do you have

an appointment, sir?

Can I help you?

I was--

I was just looking

for the way out.

Excuse me.

Right.

Tom.

Open your eyes.

- Hey, what's the matter?

- Aw!

Fuck!

Wait, are you okay?

What happened?

Hey, hey.

Shh!

Tom... Tom...

Shh!

Tom...

Tom.

Shh. It's okay.

- Will you tell me what's going on?

- It's okay. It's okay!

Silver?

Silver!

Tom, what's going on?

Come on.

Don't leave me here.

Don't leave me here!

Silver!

You left me on my own.

I told you not

to leave me on my own.

You need to leave here.

What's going on?

Jesus, Tom,

you're bleeding.

You need to get

that cleaned up.

What's going on?

University sources

confirm that Simon Silver

has accepted

the invitation

of Paul Shackleton,

head of the Scientific

Paranormal Research Center

to be submitted to

an exhaustive scientific study

of his extrasensory abilities.

Isn/sn't that right, Dick?

Yes, that's

the way it is, Dana

For two weeks,

Simon Silver,

who had been called into

question in this university

by the late

Margaret's son

will put' himself through

all kinds of tests

designed by a committee

of experts from the SPRC.

University sources confirm that

Dr. Matheson had been suffering

from a rare and long-standing

vascular condition

which could

be the cause

of her unexpected illness

and sudden death-

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't understand

what you're talking--

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Why don't you step into my office?

I want to be on that

committee, Shackleton.

Whatever it takes,

I don't care what,

I wanna be there.

It's impossible. The team

has already been presented.

There's nothing I can do.

Don't give me your excuses,

Shackleton. Just do it.

The committee was

approved by Silver!

You know what that means?

It's a once

in a lifetime opportunity!

Whatever it

takes, Shackleton!

No more whining.

No more moaning.

Ask for more observers. Make

up whatever story you want.

Get that over-subsidized

brain of yours working.

I wanna be there.

I'll be waiting

for your call.

Don't leave me here.

Let me at least

try and help you.

I'm going to be fine.

It's just

for a little while, okay?

Look at you, Tom.

Margaret was right. Can't you see it?

Just let it go.

- I need to know how he does it.

- What difference does it make how he does it?

Forget about Silver, Tom.

There are certain things

it's better not to know.

Sally, I just

need to know.

Meters have been installed

to defect the exertion

of any physical force

or the use of irregular

chemical compounds

such as mercuric chloride,

known to alter the

resistance level of metals

Each piece has

been specially marked

to prevent the possibility

of any swap during the tests.

Thermoelectric heat meters,

radiation monitors,

everything in the Scientific

Paranormal Research Center /ab

is in place

to test Simon Silver,

who this morning

may have just canceled

a number of his

public appearances.

This just isn't fair.

We've been waiting

in line for two days.

Eating and sleeping here.

Who's standing up

for our rights?

It wasn't

just a show, for me.

For me it was more

important. And now--

I don't care.

Hell, I really don't.

If he thinks it's cool,

I think it's cool.

I just hope he shows those

smart-ass college know-it-alls.

Shit, what the hell are all

these people doing here anyway?

Like, they put on the TV for 15

minutes and obey like sheep.

What's this guy done

that's so incredible?

Like, has nobody

heard of Criss Angel?

It's a matter

of absolute priority

that science begins to learn

all it can about these forces.

We can't wait any longer.

The aim of my public

appearances

is just to generate

the necessary conditions

so that our blind

society will open

its eyes to the existence

of other forms of energy.

These forces can't

be ignored any longer.

They have to be verified and accepted

once and for all. Thank you.

Is it true that you

canceled some of your shows?

Nothing's been canceled.

We're just re-scheduling.

Mr. Silver.

One more question.

More than 100 journalists

have requested accreditation

to cover the SPRC experiments,

more like the numbers we

expect at a political summit

than scientific research.

However, only a handful

of media outlets

have been granted passes

to the inside of the building

and none are allowed

to remain there

while the tests

are faking place.

We're trying to guarantee control conditions.

We're scientists,

and for the first time we could

just obtain conclusive results

about the reality

of extrasensory perception,

the power of the

mind over matter.

Our priority has to be to ensure

the veracity of those results.

Today's a great day,

ladies and gentlemen.

We could just be about

to go beyond...

beyond a point of no return.

And... cut!

Great, we got it.

Thank you.

Thank you, everyone.

Thank you for coming.

From now on, no cameras

except the university's

will be allowed in the lab. Thank

you again for your cooperation.

Remember, Buckley,

you don't form

a part of this committee.

You're just an observer.

You'll make no contribution

to the design of the tests

or the control protocols.

You can look, you can listen and

you can shut your goddamn mouth.

Don't think

I'm scared of you.

If I'm putting up with you, it's

out of respect for Margaret.

You try to honor her

in the same way.

Mr. Silver!

Mr. Silver,

allow me to say

thank you for

agreeing to do this.

And let me

apologize in advance

for any inconvenience

we might cause.

Science will be

very grateful to you.

Well, that is

my sole objective.

It's me who should

be grateful to you.

Oh, you already

know Dr. Haynes.

Doctor.

Dr. Campbell.

- Doctor.

- Hello, sir.

Dr. Conrad Jennings, professor

of Biomedical Engineering,

University of Leeds,

- has been kind enough to join us.

- Doctor.

And Professor Franklin,

Professor of Physics,

Case Western University

of Ohio.

Doctor.

Now, if you

don't mind--

There's another guest

here, isn't that right?

Yes, that--that

is right.

Excuse me, I--I didn't

introduce you formally.

Have you met before?

I don't know. Have we?

Dr. Buckley, of the University's

Psychology Department.

He worked very

closely with Doctor--

I have a great interest in the

figure of Doctor Buckley.

I follow his

progress very closely.

It's been a difficult

time for all of us, Tom.

How are you

getting along?

I was so sorry to hear

about Dr. Matheson.

Of course, uh--

we can begin whenever

you feel ready.

If you'd like

to come this way.

We know this isn't

an exact science.

Take your

time, whatever you need.

We'll start with something

straightforward,

you know,

like an icebreaker.

Oh, oh, sure.

Psy-- Psychic photography?

Thoughtography.

How--How did you know?

Oh, it's been a long

time since I did this,

a very long

time indeed.

Digital, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

Exactly. Do you need...?

I just need a simple

piece of cardboard.

I don't want my fingers

smudging the lens.

We opted to prepare

a plastic cylinder.

I hope you don't mind. It's

a half inch in diameter.

Is it okay, will it do?

One never knows,

Dr. Shackleton.

As you just said yourself,

this isn't an exact science.

Do you mind?

Go ahead.

Please, be careful

with my watch.

The glass top flips up.

I don't want the hands

moved by mistake.

From now on you'll

not be allowed

to withdraw your hands

from the table,

unless it is for the purpose

of another inspection.

You understand that,

don't you?

Yes.

If you do so,

the test will

be declared invalid.

Okay, thank you.

Ready when you are.

This film

shows the first six days

of investigation carried out

in the Scientific Paranormal

Research Center

with Mr. Simon Silver.

All the images correspond to the

filming of real experiments.

No scene has

been recreated.

This is Simon Silver.

For the following experiment,

Silver received three different

models of still camera:

a middle range

digital camera

with a fixed /ens

focused on infinity,

a conventional

analogical camera

with a 50 mm /ens

focused on infinity

and an instant Polaroid camera,

also focused on infinity.

Silver's attempts

with the digital camera

did not produce

any positive result'

The second camera registered

only partial results,

insufficient' for

a positive evaluation

Only the Polaroid camera allowed

the apparent projection

of Silver's thoughts

onto the photographic plate.

There is no scientific

explanation for these results.

The cylinder or gizmo which

Silver was provided with

in order to concentrate

the flow of his thoughts

was carefully checked before

and after each experiment

in order to rule out

any possible manipulation.

Silver claims to be capable of

bending metal at a distance

without needing

to touch it'.

However, during the

course of these tests,

this could not be

experimental! y confirmed.

Following a more

relaxed protocol,

Silver was allowed

to touch the metal

which, as can be seen

in the film, was indeed bent.

Visual analysis of the film

is insufficient to determine

whether Silver possesses

extremely strong fingers

and great' control of

micro-manipulation movements

or whether the distortion

is in fact caused

by a paranormal ability,

as he claims.

Later, Simon Silver

held his hand out

in the continuous flow

of a running tap.

As the images show, the flow

of water was notably deviated

by some kind of external

stimulus around Silver's hand.

The difficulty in measuring

this distortion

in a conclusive manner,

means this demonstration

has been excluded from

any experimental e valuation.

I think I've

got it, Doctor.

I was trying with

the second adapter

but if I could

just join--

Concentrate, Ben.

I appreciate your help.

No more mistakes, okay?

I'm sorry,

Doctor, I promise--

Don't promise anything.

Just plug it in. Good.

What, black and white?

It's fine. It doesn't matter.

Okay.

Keep going keep

going keep going...

Stop! Stop there.

Okay, this was the last test.

Telepathy booths.

During the

whole two weeks,

I wasn't able to get

within six feet of Silver,

but you and I both know

the whole thing is a farce.

- Actually, Dr. Buckley, I--

- A total fucking farce. Okay, rewind.

Keep going,

keep going.

Okay, go over to the

other side of the gym.

Stop, Ben!

Stop there! Stop!

You know, right now, Shackleton

is analyzing the data,

getting ready to publish

his positive findings tonight.,

which just happens to coincide

with Silver's last show,

which by some

strange coincidence,

just happens to be

taking place

in this very city.

It's the finale he's

been after all along.

Well, why

all this pressure?

If we find out

something afterwards,

they'll have to change

the findings.

Ben, nothing that happens

afterwards will matter.

Listen to me.

You are the only guy

separating the world from stupidity

at this point in time. Okay?

Okay? Now, you

see this button?

I've spent two days loading all

the images from all the cameras

then synching them

frame by frame,

with all the

angles in here, okay?

Okay? Okay, Ben?

This is the reception booth.

Silver is the receiver.

That's the instrument panel.

It's got ten luminous buttons.

Normally they put

a playing card in each one,

but given

that Silver is blind

they've just numbered

them one through ten.

Okay, and what's

supposed to...?

Quiet.

Now, second booth.

It doesn't matter.

It's just a dead bird.

This is the

transmission booth.

Now, you see the monitor?

It's a closed circuit.

Is he seeing

his own panel?

No. No, no, no.

He's seeing Silver's panel.

It's supposed

to help him concentrate.

So the computer randomly

turns on a light.

Then the guy

concentrates

on the number he's

been given. Okay?

When he thinks

he knows the number,

he presses

the red button,

which sets off a signal

in Silver's booth.

When Silver

hears the signal,

he clears his mind, he

concentrates, whatever the fuck,

when he thinks

he knows the answer,

he presses

the corresponding number

he think the guy

has sent.

Is that clear?

Okay.The

experiment lasted

a total of seven

hours, including breaks.

It was repeated a total of

nine times, in blocks of ten.

The results were spectacular,

with a deviation rate

eight times higher than

can be explained by chance.

Now, what

does this mean?

That Silver's powers--?

No! It means that Silver

is pulling a fast one!

Do you know how I know this?

Because telepathy does not exist!

Because nobody

has special powers!

No. The protocol,

in theory, is sound.

It's just that Silver has

found a way of breaching it.

Okay, don't look

for radio transmitters,

because the booths work as Faraday chambers.

I've checked them.

They're isolated.

What if he's not

pulling a fast one?

Ben, you've got

4 1/2 hours

of footage there

from seven cameras.

- That's 30 hours.

- What am I looking for?

An explanation, Ben,

just an explanation.

Try to make

it rational.

Hey.

Is everything

okay, sweetie?

It's raining.

Sit down, please.

I'll be with you

in just a minute.

I'm not a very

accessible person.

I suppose you've

realized that by now.

Only somebody who really wants

to get to me can do so.

I won't talk to

anybody else today.

Maybe I'll do so tomorrow,

in some other city.

Maybe I won't ever again.

As for me, I live each day

as if it were my last.

And I'm starting

to feel tired.

Very tired indeed.

I don't always demand payment for

my services, did you know that?

At least, not in money. There's

other ways of paying for things.

But you know that already.

You do know that,

don't you?

To be

or to appear to be,

that is the question.

It always is.

We all try to be

something we're not.

We dream 27 times a night.

An intricate neurological

protection mechanism

which makes us forget.

What protects you?

Aline of salt?

From the time of ancient

Greece to the present day,

philosophers and scholars

have argued

man is essentially rational.

I don't happen to agree.

If one observes and

studies another person

without having first

studied oneself,

how do we know whether our

instruments are appropriately set?

How do we know we are reliable?

We have no proof.

There's only one way

of gaining

access to the truth,

and that's not

to expect anything.

If our intentions

aren't pure,

we might end up

creating monsters.

Hm. Please excuse me.

It's getting late.

For you too.

Don't worry, we'll see

each other again.

Oh, yes. We'll see

each other again.

Silver is in the

final stages of his countdown,

only 12 hours after the announcement

of his most recent retirement.

This unexpected news

has caused commotion...

...all kinds of

contradictory reactions.

Those that predicted that

Silver had come back to stay

have had no option

but to accept...

...estimate that Silver

may well have pocketed

more than four million dollars

in less than a month,

a figure that

would confirm...

--most immediate

consequences,

with prices of up

to 2,000 dollars

being asked by

scalpers for seats,

a more than dubious record

being held today...

...packed out an hour and

a half before the start

of what will be

his last appearance.

It is impossible to predict

an outcome for this...

...and it's with

great expectation

the verdict from the Scientific

Paranormal Research Center,

to be announced

officially tonight.

If the leaks get out...

...maybe thereby silencing

more than one skeptical voice,

and transcending

once and for all

the area of mystification

and the study

of frontier sciences.

Science has rarely had the

chance to study at close hand

such controversial

manifestations

as those which have made

Simon Silver famous.

We really have to wonder if the

spectators presently witnessing

the final chance to see Simon

Silver will get' what they paid-

Why have you

come here tonight?

What are you

hoping to see?

Do you think I

should surprise you?

Do you think I

should entertain you?

What are you

looking at so closely?

What do you know about me?

How much do you believe?

How much do

you want to believe?

I can feel your longings,

your desires...

I can feel your demands.

It is a deep, painful

urgency of the animal

forced to live in darkness

which finally opens his eyes

and voraciously demands light

with a howl of rage!

What is it

you've come to see?

This?

Have you come to see this?

I feel my veins burning

with the fire

of a new understanding!

We called Ptolemy insane,

we spat in the face of Galileo,

we burned Giordano Bruno...

What did we need?

What do we need

in order to learn?

What makes us

be what we are?

What finally makes

us come to accept?

What makes us believe?

Why did you come here...

today?

Are you crazy? I shouldn't

even be talking to you.

Wait, wait, Ben,

I'm not against you.

I--I just need to

know what you've got.

You're my student

too, remember?

Dr. Shackleton,

you know I can't talk.

Listen, Ben,

I've always respected

Dr. Buckley's work,

and Dr. Matheson's.

I'm not the enemy.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

I'm going to hang up.

Ben, I've got the results

of nine days of experiments

sitting right

here in front of me.

Definitive results.

The only thing missing

is my signature.

I'm talking about the scientific

verification of extrasensory perception

and forces which until today have

only been seen as para-science...

I can imagine.

Do you have any idea what the

publication of these results

will mean to Dr. Buckley

and his department?

Yeah, I--I guess.

Ben, if we've got

anything wrong, anything,

I need to know.

What have you got?

Nothing.

What?

- What do you mean?

- We got...

nothing.

Final call,

we'd better get going.

I hope the second half

is better than the first.

I didn't spend 300

bucks to see Hamlet.

- Sally!

- Ben? What are you doing here?

Shit, Sally, you don't know

how pleased I am to see you.

Tom told me

you'd be here.

You should be

doing this, not me.

What are you doing here?

Where is Tom? He's not home

and he's not answering his phone.

Did something happen to him?

Is that SPCR?

Telepathy booths. I've been

watching the same images.

- If you want my opinion...

- Ben, I don't. Where is Tom?

With Silver, I think.

- What do you mean with Silver?

- At the theater.

It's nothing out

of the ordinary.

He wants you to wait for him

here, so take a seat.

He's perfectly all right.

What's that?

- What's what?

- That. There.

His watch?

Why would

Silver wear a watch?

Blind people wear

watches too.

They tell the time

by touching the hands.

They checked it.

It's clean.

Can you split

the image in two?

- What are you looking for?

- I don't know yet.

Put the sender on the left

and Silver on the right.

That's it.

Move in on the watches.

- Can you do that?

- On the watches? Sure. Give me a sec.

I can't get an angle.

Let me try with

another camera.

Can you

improve the quality?

Mm-hm. Sure. I can

amplify a single pixel,

click it up

with my magic

and make it so

bright and shiny

you need sunglasses

to look at it.

This ain't a movie.

We're in

the psychology department.

All right.

Go to the other camera.

I'd like to know

what the hell is--

There! Stop!

Shit, Sally. It's a

recording, you know?

We can go back and forth

as much as we want.

We can chill out.

- Are you sure they're synchronized?

- Yes.

- Completely?

- Completely.

What are you looking for? They

don't have the same time.

What are the chances

that Silver and the sender

are both wearing

analogical watches

and that both are

synchronized second by second

in millimetric precision?

Synchronized? Didn't you

hear what I just said?

The watches don't tell

the same time.

Second by second.

Shit. It's a code.

They divide.

They just have to divide the dial

of the watch into ten sections,

one for each number.

When the second hand reaches

the corresponding section--

--the sender presses

the button.

Silver just has to know

where the second hand is

when he hears the signal

and translate it

to the position.

They're in it together.

Dr. Buckley was right.

It's a fraud.

Silver never

touched the hands.

The simpler,

the better.

Okay, it's right here

in front of us.

What was it Matheson

used to say?

Results appear when there

is defective methodology,

important data is

inadvertently included...

...or improper controls

are in place.

They've taken

something for granted.

Oh, shit.

Silver can see.

Simon Silver!

Simon Silver.

Did you really

need to go this far?

You will

know the truth,

but the truth will

make you furious.

Ladies and gentlemen, and

I don't think I'm wrong

when I say

we have a distinguished

guest amongst us.

It's okay.

The young and persistent

Thomas Buckley,

as many of you

may know,

decided some time ago

to devote part of his life

to making mine

as difficult as possible.

Am I going too far

if I say he seems

somewhat out of sorts?

I wasn't able.

In the end I

just wasn't able.

But you know that,

don't you?

You can't deny yourself.

You can't live

in denial forever!

I tried with

all my strength.

Today it will be over.

For you and for me.

- I just hope we're both ready.

- You're a fool, Buckley.

Are you threatening me

in front of everyone?

I'm not like you. You can't hurt me.

I am the life force!

I come with the wind

and I go with the wind.

Do you want me

to hurt you?

Get out of here

now while you can.

I don't want to

interrupt anything

but I'd really

like to sit down.

My arm is hurting.

Then put it down. There's

nothing stopping you.

I just--just I--

I simply can't.

Don't believe everything

they tell you.

You'd be better

off sitting down.

Buckley, how dare you?

Are you challenging me? Are

you questioning my power?

We fill our

heads with noise.

Stay where you are. Do

you want me to hurt you?

We renounce ever

knowing ourselves.

But you can't deny

yourself forever.

Isn't that right?

Buckley!

Don't you dare

ignore me!

Time goes on.

And you think you have

all the time in the world,

that nothing is final...

But time goes on.

Stay where you are.

Don't take another step.

You're playing with fire,

I'm telling you.

You're playing

with fire!

But in the end, so much

time has gone by--

And you know you should

have done something,

and then you wake up.

Don't you know the kind of

force you're up against?

It's already over.

- Stay where you are!

- Margaret never knew.

I don't think you don't know

what you're up against.

I never told her.

She never knew.

Don't come any closer.

And now

everything is a lie!

Don't come any closer!

I'm warning you!

Did you know all along, Simon Silver?

Did you know?

Buckley! Buckley!

That's all I want to know.

Did you know all along?

Buckley!

How did you do that?

Phoney.

How did you do that?

Simon, come with me.

How did

you do that?

How did you do that?

Dear Margaret,

Even today I'm not exactly

sure when everything ended.

I wanted to cry,

to feel anger, grief I

to feel,

just like I used to

A whole life

denying myself,

searching in silence

for someone like me.

A whole life

looking for an answer,

without finding it

I /earned so many things

from you-

But I forgot

the most essential thing

How did you know that?

Because I'm psychic.

Silver?

It was me all along,

wasn't it, Margaret?

Where did

you spring from?

Why are you with me?

It was me...

all along.

You can't deny

yourself forever.

You did most of the magic

by looking in the wrong place.

I did what

you'd have wanted.

But I'll never forgive myself

for not revealing myself,

for not at least giving

you the consolation

of knowing...

there is something else.

But you deserve more.

Today you deserve everything.

You can't deny yourself.

You can't deny

yourself forever.

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