Firestarter 2: Rekindled Page #3

- No.

- Why not, Charlie?

My daddy told me not to.

And since Charlie wouldn't play,

nobody liked her.

Charlie was all alone.

(quiet sobs)

There you are.

- Don't cry.

- Why not?

Because they can see you. You don't

want them to see you crying, do you?

I don't care.

Do you know what they're gonna do?

I hope they kill me.

No, you don't.

Yes, I do. It's my fault Mommy's gone

and Daddy's gone.

Because I'm bad.

Look at me. Look at me.

You are not bad.

You're a very beautiful girl,

with a very special gift.

A great gift.

They're dead because of me.

Your daddy's not dead.

He's here, in a cell, like you.

Yeah. I could take him

a message, if you want.

- How?

- I take him his food.

Why would you help me?

Well, I... I don't have that many friends.

I mean, everybody should have

at least one great friend, right?

Besides... I know

how you can help your daddy.

Just give 'em what they want.

- No, Daddy said...

- Listen to me.

You give them what they want -

just a little -

make them really need you,

then you get what you want.

- My daddy?

- That's right.

It's up to you.

What's your name?

John.

John... tell my dad I'm OK.

Tell him I love him.

OK, Charlie. I'll tell him.

You've got an intuitive grasp

of child psychology.

It doesn't matter whether

she cooperates or not.

She's far too dangerous.

She ought to be eliminated.

Nobody kills that girl but me.

- Mary Conant?

- (woman) Who's asking?

Gil James. I'm with a company

called Systems Operations.

- What do you want?

- I've got a cheque here for you.

A class-action suit.

Some study you took part in.

What are you saying?

I never joined any class-action suit.

I guess you must have been

one of the folks

they just included

along with the ones who filed.

Because you were

part of the study, right?

I'm not interested. Please go away.

Are you sure? I mean,

this is a lot of money.

Go away! Or I'll call the police.

Oh, I'm sorry you... feel that way.

Go away.

Go away.

Would you like something?

I could make some tea.

That'd be great. Thank you.

Excuse me. Would you pass me that?

Green one.

Thanks.

So what's so special about Richardson?

Just a name on my list.

You have a list?

The people who participated in this study

won a huge class-action suit.

My job is to find them

and compensate them.

Do you think that makes it all right?

No, but at least it's something.

- Who else is on your list?

- McGee, Charlene.

- Do you know where she is?

- Yeah, I think she's dead.

- Terminal burnout.

- You think this stuff's so funny, huh?

Well, not that she's dead, but...

I mean, some of this other stuff?!

I mean, come on. "Once the girl's

cooperation had been established,

Charlene McGee participated in several

tests to verify her pyrokinetic ability."

"Lgniting, in succession,

a five-kilogram block of wood,

a concrete brick,

and a 1985 Ford Escort."

- Guess a Pinto would've been too easy.

- So you don't believe it?

What, human psychic potential?

- Do you?

- What do you think happened?

I think it was a scam

to get research funding.

And Wanless made up

this psychic-power stuff

so he could justify what

he was doin' to these people.

I have this tape and, you should see,

these experiments were horrible.

I think you'd better leave now.

Both of you.

- Sorry about that.

- Oh, she knew what he was doing.

Wow, you're cynical.

So I'm gonna have to come back

and apologise for your behaviour.

- She liked me.

- Great. You gonna share anything?

- Why should I?

- I'll buy you a cheeseburger.

(glass smashing)

Who's there?

No!

(knock on door)

What do you want? Go away!

(Gil) I'm so sorry. Do you have a cat?

- I just ran over somebody's cat.

- God!

Did you kill it?

No. It's alive, but he's hurt really bad.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

I... I think he's crying.

Oh, poor guy...

Excuse me.

You never told me

what your research was about.

No, I didn't.

What?

- Do I have something in my teeth?

- How about those on your list?

- You give them money?

- I don't hand them a cheque.

- I just track them down.

- So you don't really know.

(mobile rings)

Hold on a second.

- Yeah, brother.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- Having lunch with someone.

- Stop that and open your laptop.

It's my brother.

Sorry.

Yeah. OK.

Open the file and push

the resolution as far as it'll go.

- Hello, you still there?

- Yeah, yeah. I'm in the file.

- What's the frame number?

- 220653.

- You see it?

- It looks like someone threw a clipboard.

- What's the big deal?

- Look a little harder. Come on.

What the hell's that?

Topnotch work. The shadows line up,

there's no matte lines.

I don't think they could

fake somethin' like this in '79.

I don't think they did.

Hold on. Tommy? Tommy!

Yeah, brother, let me call you back.

Tommy?

Tommy?

Tommy, you OK?

Did you see her face? She didn't

even know what was happening to her.

- Well, I told you it was bad.

- I knew somebody who was a part of it.

Really?

- Who?

- They weren't part of your list.

I'm sorry. I never even

thought of them as people.

I wanted to help them,

or find a cure, or something.

That... that's why you wanted the files?

And how are you supposed to find a cure?

I mean, it's not like you're gonna

open up the files and find red kryptonite.

Red kryptonite?

Green kryptonite kills Superman.

Red kryptonite takes away his powers.

You're thinking of gold kryptonite.

Red kryptonite does weird stuff

like split Superman in two

and turn him into a baby.

You like Superman?

I like Batman more.

Really? Why?

Cos he's an ordinary guy.

And cos in Dark Knight

he kicks Superman's butt.

Yes, he does.

Listen, I don't know if it'll help,

but I don't just have the tape.

I've also got these files.

You may not wanna look at them,

but you're welcome to.

OK.

Yeah, it's Gil. Tell Rainbird

I have just closed the Conant file.

Well, I couldn't manage the note,

but I think they'll buy suicide.

I mean, why not? Check her file.

She's already tried it twice.

Third time is charm.

Nice kitty cat.

Find what you were looking for?

Not... yet.

That's not a file.

Oh! Is this your father?

- Yep.

- Well, he looks nice.

He took a nice picture.

Is he dead?

Not yet.

What'd he do to you?

- You don't wanna hear about my dad.

- Sure I do. What happened?

The usual.

What's "the usual"?

The usual, uh...

Dad was never there for me.

He cheated on my mom, then left. Treated

my brother and me like we didn't exist.

The usual.

How old were you?

What? When he left?

Nine.

Oh. So you basically

grew up without a father.

- Basically.

- Pictures are... funny.

You look so close and you hate him.

I don't hate him. I can't forgive him,

but I don't hate him.

- I'm sorry.

- It's not your fault.

I'm still sorry.

- You still play football?

- No. No.

I ran cross-country in high school.

Oh.

I lettered.

Why is that funny?

Come here.

- I have to go.

- What?

I have to go.

We can stop if you want.

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