Fearless Page #3

...then there's no reason to do anything.

There's no reason to love.

What?

There's no reason to love.

My car's across the street.

Let's go for a drive.

No. No, I can't.

The doctor told me I can't go nowhere.

You'll be safe.

Do you read the papers?

Everybody with me lives.

You must think I'm very stupid.

No. I'm not lying.

I can't explain it but...

...you're safe with me.

So, what are you telling me?

There's no God, but there's you?

Come with me.

Carla, I promise you'll be safe.

This is a German car?

Swedish.

It's very sturdy?

It's a very safe car.

And I'm an excellent driver.

Never been in an accident.

Not while I've been behind the wheel,

anyway.

- And you know what?

- What?

It doesn't mean we'll survive this ride.

Because even if I do everything right...

...even strapped into this marvelous

technology of reinforced doors and roof...

...we could still be crushed.

That's reverse psychology, right?

No, it's the simple truth.

In fact you're not safe lying in your bed.

Remember '89? The next one could be

ten times worse.

You said I'd be safe with you.

You're safe.

We're safe because we died already.

Stop the car.

Please, just stop the car.

I'm not dead.

Let me out.

No, you're not. That's not what I meant.

Look.

Look at them.

They don't know what's it's like

to die in their heads.

We do. We passed through death.

That's bullshit.

I didn't die in my head.

My son died.

I wasn't thinking about dying.

I was thinking about...

About what?

About how he died?

Now hit him. Hit him, now!

Hit him. Right now!

Two in a row. Awesome.

I'll die!

Don't die, we'll get "game over."

- I died.

- Let me try.

I got to Level 3.

Then he died.

- Where's your mother?

- I don't know.

Byron's dad called.

He wants to bring him over later.

Do I have to play with him?

That's the weird kid your dad saved?

He comes here practically every day

and hangs around my dad.

Go.

Hi, darling.

I didn't know you were home.

- Did you meet with Dr. Perlman?

- Yeah.

- Did you talk?

- No.

He took me to meet a woman

whose child died in the crash.

I thought the idea was for the two of you

to sit down and talk, one-to-one.

I have a feeling

of overwhelming love for her.

I've never felt anything like it before.

Five, six, seven, eight, and...

...a little run, a little run!

Slide here.

Slide, slide, slide.

Change your hands.

Go, skip.

Change your hands.

Okay, Joan, stop the music.

Let's rehearse the piece for the pageant.

But we don't have Eric.

- No, we don't.

- That's right, we don't.

We need a volunteer.

Dr. Perlman, perhaps?

Me?

I don't...

I don't think... No.

Couldn't you get someone else?

We need a male. Do you mind?

- What do I have to do?

- A tree.

Just a tree.

Just have to stand here. Like this.

Come on, Doctor. It'll be good therapy.

Okay, girls. Hold hands all around him.

Joan, some wind music.

Swirling around like a tornado.

And go in!

Doctor, the tree has leaves and branches.

Come on, up. Up with your arms.

Come on, up with your arms.

And feel the wind. Swing at the wind!

Come on, Doctor.

Well...

...is that your revenge?

Look, it's getting worse.

He's more remote and distant than ever.

He's spending more time with the child

from the plane than with his own son.

And I hate that crazy truth-telling,

like a robot.

What does he do every day?

He looks at buildings.

Looks at buildings?

I don't mind that. I think...

...he might be finding

something new for his work.

I want to know about this woman.

Why did you introduce them?

What were you trying to achieve?

No one can reach her. If she doesn't

get help, she'll end up in an institution.

Or worse.

And my husband?

He worries me.

Why?

I don't know.

I think he thinks he's invulnerable.

I've seen it with Vietnam vets.

The high they get

from overcoming their fear...

...they become addicted to it.

I thought if I put them together...

They can help each other?

I don't know.

He said he felt overwhelming feeling

of love for her.

A feeling he never felt before.

What does that mean?

Is he falling in love with her?

Not in a rational way.

Love isn't rational.

It's not love.

He wants to save her.

Save her?

And who's saving Max?

Or me, for that matter?

Are you playing God?

Are you playing matchmaker?

What are you trying to achieve,

Dr. Perlman?

Trying to help, that's all.

I don't have all the answers.

Can't wait to see what you're working on.

I'm going to bed now.

Would you turn that down?

- I haven't taken one in six days.

- Didn't I tell you?

I feel great. Thanks.

He chickened out

half a mile from the airport.

Good to see you.

It's great that you came.

Everybody, we're going to go downstairs.

You come with me, Carla.

Everybody downstairs.

Come on.

You wait here, Manny.

It's okay. It's all right.

I'll be upstairs.

We used to live in tribes.

And when a tribe suffered a disaster...

...an exploding mountain,

a shaking of the earth...

...a great flood...

...we would sit around fires...

...and we'd tell the event.

The stories of death...

...destruction...

...escape and rescue.

That's... why we're here today.

Would someone...

...tell us their story?

Yes, please.

I lost my sister...

...and my two nephews.

Their seats were ripped away...

...right in front of my eyes.

I could almost reach out...

It's all right.

Let her stay on her own.

This'll take forever.

I have to go back to the office.

What's your name?

John Wilkenson.

- Why were you on the plane?

- I was going to Houston on business.

You must be very committed to your work.

Go ahead and finish your story, please.

We were taking a vacation, my sister...

...me and our kids.

You know, no husbands.

We saw all the dumb tourist sights

together, like when we were girls.

Only this time, we were also mommies.

And now we'll never be together again.

Let's just talk about the day of the crash.

What happened when the plane hit?

I don't know.

I guess I closed my eyes.

There was incredible noise...

...and I couldn't see.

I was choking on the smoke.

I didn't think that we had long to live.

And then that man...

Is he here?

Are you here, Max Klein?

He couldn't come.

He saved my life.

How?

We couldn't see anything

and it was all smoke.

We couldn't even breathe

and I heard the sound of his voice.

He was shouting:

"Follow me! This way!"

I had hold of my kids

and I just followed his voice.

He sounded so normal.

"Follow me to the light!"

I was scared...

...but I saw him jump...

...and call out:

"We're alive!"

So I followed and...

...then we were in the corn field.

Safe.

I would have gone the wrong way.

I came here today hoping to thank him.

The same thing happened to me.

I followed him too.

Excuse me, are you leaving us?

I don't belong here.

I wasn't on the plane.

Who are you?

My son died in the crash. I'm sorry.

No, it's okay. It's all right.

Why did you come?

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