Faces In The Crowd Page #3

as soon as you lose

sight of them.

Out of a thousand faces...

one might

miraculously linger.

Thank you so much.

Doctor.

Faces are the bar code

of the human race.

Ever since mankind

went tribal...

we're constantly looking

at each other's faces...

trying to decide whether

they're friends, foes

or lovers.

Don't underestimate

the seriousness of your

condition, Miss Marchant.

[alarm clock beeping]

[beeping]

[beeping stops]

I don't wanna

be late for school.

Okay, everybody.

Urn, can I-can I get

some quiet, please?

Great.

Urn--

so today, uh,

we are going to play

a new type of game.

Okay?

And we get

to wear stickers!

And it's gonna

be superfun.

Fun, fun, fun.

So when

I call your name...

I want you to come up

to my desk one by one...

starting with

Caroline Beasley.

Now, for this

game to work...

I need you to wear

the sticker all day long...

and don't take it off.

Do you understand?

Yes, Miss Marchant.

Does everybody understand?

Please, keep your stickers

on all day.

Charlotte Canton.

[children shouting]

Stop. You guys,

settle down. Please.

Caroline.

I didn't do anything!

I need you

to turn around

I need to see your stickers.

Hi. I'm here

for my daughter.

Your daughter. Uh

Sandra.

Sandra. Sandra.

Uh, Sandra.

Uh-

Miss, Miss.

Miss, I need

to go pee.

Okay, sweetie,

go pee.

I'm sorry,

I'm in a bit of a rush.

Where's my daughter?

Sorry. Uh, Sandra.

Sandra?

Miss, Sandra left

with her daddy.

Left with her dad.

You let her go

with my ex-husband?

Are you insane?

I told you

not to let her go

with my ex-husband!

I have full custody!

What time did they go?

Was he with somebody?

I need to know if he

was with somebody.

That is really,

really important.

[children making noise]

[noise increases]

Shut up!

[school bell rings]

I have trouble

concentrating on

names, that's all.

But it will pass.

I mean, it will pass.

In the meantime...

how are you gonna

watch the children

in the yard?

Or during

swimming classes?

With your stickers?

[sighs]

Anna, you're

my best teacher.

But I'm gonna have

to suspend you.

I'm sorry.

If you're better

by September, I'll

see what I can do.

"Be wary

of appearances...

and an unexpected

invitation to dinner."

[sirens wailing]

Carotid artery and

the larynx are severed,

just like the others.

Looks like a match.

Missed him by minutes.

[cell phone ringing]

Kerrest.

He's here.

He's here with

me right now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's going on?

I'm on the subway.

And the bag I lost...

he put it right

on the seat in

front of me.

Hold on.

You saw him?

No, but there-there was

somebody watching me

outside the school.

Maybe he followed me

into the train.

The bag,

you sure

it's yours?

Of course I'm sure.

I might not know people's

faces, but I know my own

damn handbag.

All right.

So, the guy you saw,

what's he look like?

How the hell

should I know?

It could be

any goddamn

one of them.

You gotta

help me out here,

all right?

I can't shut down

a whole subway just

for a handbag.

[nervous voice]

Urn, okay.

He was wearing

an orange shirt,

a bright orange shirt.

Orange shirt.

Thank you. Where

are you exactly?

Line four, going

to Harlin Street.

You need to listen to me.

Whatever you do, you stay

on that train.

Make sure that people

are around you.

I'm gonna

Hello?

[whispers]

Hello?

[phone off the hook]

Damn.

/woman over P.A.]

Those connecting to fine

two, this is your exit.

Make sure

where you go.

No!

[alarm goes off]

You stay

away from me.

Stay away!

What's going on?

Don't move, buddy.

Stay where you are.

What the hell

is going on here?

Anna, you told me

to meet you after work.

I see you running down

into the subway.

What the hell is going on here?

Just stand still, sir.

For God's sake, Snowflake.

Why are you so scared of me?

Daddy?

Let go.

Oh, Daddy.

[sobbing]

I'm so sorry.

Oh, Daddy.

Sweetie, it's all right.

It's all right.

I'm okay.

[phone ringing]

Hey, it's Anna and Bryce.

We 're not home.

Please leave a message. Bye.

Hi, Snowflake.

Look, I'm back

at the airport.

Listen to me.

You have to tell Bryce

about your condition.

You can't

just ignore it.

[beep]

[sniffles]

[whining]

[crying]

[shouts]

[doorbell chimes]

Hi.

Miss Marchant! Hello!

I just wanted

to tell you.

Oh, God.

Everything you said...

you were right.

When I was 16...

I had two

passions in life.

Horse-back riding

and opera.

I dreamt of being

the next Callas.

Until the horse

threw me head-first

into a brick wall.

The accident

left me deaf...

and I had to rule out

an operatic career.

You're deaf?

Oh, yes, as a post.

I have to read your lips

to know what you're saying.

But I can still

hear Wagner.

I just have to close

my eyes and listen.

And you too are going

to have to learn...

to find your

inner music.

Everyone always

goes on about sight,

hearing, smell.

But there's

another sense.

A hidden one.

The Japanese

call it "muga."

It's the sense that

allows you to walk...

without having to think

about putting one foot

in front of the other.

You lose this sense...

and you will become

like some of my

other patients.

Socially paralyzed...

withdrawing from

the world into the

safety of isolation.

That's a tempting option.

[whispering]

No, I don't want that.

I wanna live normally.

Every day people

are going to resent you...

for not recognizing

who they are.

They'll call you rude,

forgetful, stupid, liar.

Now, are you willing

to fight back...

with all your might?

Yeah.

To try and try again

without losing heart,

without giving an inch?

Yes.

Good.

Then let's get to work.

Allow me

to introduce you...

to Mike...

and Maggie.

Hard to tell apart

at first sight,

aren't they?

Take a closer look.

Maggie is a little

paler, don't you think?

Oh, and look.

She had this scar...

on her forehead.

You see ?

It gets more complicated

when you have to pick Mike

and Maggie out at a party...

among all

the other guests.

Yeah.

You're going to learn

to focus on distinctive

markers in people.

A mole, a tattoo,

their gait.

Anything that stands out

that makes it easier to

identify that person.

Right.

What's the first thing

you look at in a man,

after his face?

My friends and I

look at his butt.

[chuckles]

Well, what else

is there to look at?

Right.

Paler in complexion,

small scar on the forehead.

That's Maggie.

Congra tula Hons.

J3 A thousand faces J3

J3 Looking in

All directions J3

J3 Leading me

To something J3

J3 I can ne ver see J3

J3 Why do you think

I come here J3

J3 Why do you think

I come round J3

Hi!

[screeching]

Hi.

So, what's this

earth-shattering thing

you have to tell us?

[sighs]

The reservation's for seven.

Do you want me to come

pick you up?

No, I think

I'll meet you there.

Okay.

I'll see you

later then.

Bye.

[cell phones ring]

Hey.

Hey.

Wait. You--

You recognized me!

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