Monkey Shines Page #4

I've sold my business.

I'm selling the house in Lake Forest.

You're planning on moving in?

It's the only solution, Allan.

Don't worry. I'll stay out of your way.

I know you're a very private person.

At the same time, I'll be able to help.

I'll be here when you need me.

Mother... Mother, my hand moved.

- Did you see it?

- Allan, please...

Did you see my f***ing hand move

or didn't you?!

No, I did not. There is nothing to see.

Your hand did not move. It cannot move.

I don't like the way you're behaving.

I don't like it at all.

(intercom) Allan, what is it?

Want anything?

Uh... No. No, Mother. I'm all right.

- Do you have to go to the bathroom?

- No, I'm all right. Just leave me alone.

Just leave me alone.

You can get out of this cage, can't you?

You can get out of this house.

Ella... you little devil, you.

Nothing. There's no way

she could be getting out.

She's coming in wet, covered with mud.

Allan, look at me. The attic is a mess.

Leaks in the roof.

It's been raining in there.

Ella is getting out of the house.

If it's not the attic, it's some other way.

And I'm getting out with her.

These dreams I've been having... They're

not dreams. It's more like experiences.

It's like I'm in Ella's body.

Running with her strength.

Seeing through her eyes.

- I'm part of her. She's part of me.

- You do know that that's impossible.

No, I don't know.

It is not impossible. It's happening.

You're talking about telepathy, Ace.

Some sort of mind meld. Come on.

I know there's a strong bond between you

and Ella, but... paranormal contact?

It's impossible. It just can't be.

Allan, are you all right?

Do I need to start worrying about you?

No, I'm fine.

Just an overactive imagination, I guess.

My hand moved - I saw it move -

but Wiseman says that's impossible.

You should always get a second opinion

with something serious.

Even with the brilliant John Wiseman.

- Do I detect a note of sarcasm?

- Wiseman's overconfident.

- Sometimes he... misses things.

- He missed something with Allan?

I don't know, but it looks to me

like you've got a congenital problem.

This injury here

was caused by the accident -

it's what Wiseman repaired

and it looks like a competent job.

But I don't think this is what's

causing your paralysis. See this?

This abnormality doesn't look

like it was caused by trauma.

If this is the culprit...

then your paralysis could have come on

crossing the street, lying in bed.

The accident could have been

a tragic coincidence.

Tragic?

Without the accident,

the docs might have looked harder.

They probably figured you got hit

by a truck, spinal damage, case closed.

So if they... he had looked harder

and he found what you found...

- Could he have fixed it?

- Can you fix it?

This is a very inexact specialty.

Let me run some more tests

before you ask me that question.

- (growling)

- (thinks) Wiseman. That motherf***er.

That self-satisfied son of a b*tch.

If he did this to me...

If he put me through this for no f***ing

reason other than his own incompetence.

- Allan. Don't waste your time on anger.

- That son of a b*tch.

Ego-f***ing-maniac. I could...

I don't understand this reaction.

You're letting bad news overshadow good.

There's hope - not false hope, real hope.

Just when things

might turn your way, you...

I don't like this change in you, Allan.

- Dr Wiseman's office.

- Is he there?

We don't expect him back until Monday.

He's taken a few days off.

I have to talk to him.

- Well, if it's an emergency...

- It is an emergency.

OK. He left a number

where he can be reached.

Let me see... It's JL-5...

- You already have that number?

- Yes. I have that number.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

- Hung up.

- Oh.

Hate it when that happens.

It always scares me.

Oh, my God. Both of them?

You mean they were together?

Oh, my God!

What am I gonna tell Allan?

Oh. Allan just came in.

Yes, I will. Thank you for calling.

Allan, something terrible has happened.

- There was...

- A fire.

- Take her away.

- Ace, Ella could not have done this.

I think she did do it. I think she did it

for me. Because I wanted it done.

You wanted them to die in a fit of anger.

That's a normal reaction.

These people f***ed you over.

Now this thing happens - it's coincidence -

and you're blaming it on yourself.

It wasn't a fit of anger.

I thought about it - of ways of doing it.

Fire was one of those ways. I knew that

old cabin. I knew that it would burn fast.

Allan...

- Did you do that or did she?

- She did it. She acts on her own as well.

That worries me too. What she might do

when she's been exposed to...

- Exposed to what?

- Geoff...

I've been so full of anger.

I've had the most horrible thoughts lately.

It's like vomiting up

every resentment I ever had.

Every ugly, vicious, sinful...

That's what it is - it's sin.

It's the desire to sin, Geoff.

- If Ella's plugged into that...

- You did not cause that fire, nor did Ella.

Animals are instinctively terrified of fire.

They won't go near a naked flame.

Was that an instinctive reaction?

Or does she just know what fire can do?

Christ. All right...

I'll take her down to the lab

and run whatever tests I can run on her.

Though I don't expect to find sin

in a urine sample.

- Sorry, Melanie.

- That's...

- Don't bring her back.

- I'll check with you on Monday.

Why don't you stay here tonight?

You could stay for the weekend.

Different environment. Fresh air.

How could you handle it?

Just getting me in and out of bed...

I've got the practice room in the barn.

Got all the equipment.

I think it'll be warm enough.

Got plenty of blankets.

We'll try to forget it. For two days,

we will try to forget everything.

- Deal?

- I'll try.

I really will try. I just...

I can feel myself coming back to normal.

Every minute,

that rage just gets lifted away.

Every minute you're with me

or every minute you're away from Ella?

Both.

Bedtime?

I'm sorry.

I could enrol you in the college, Ella.

These other idiots

are still pissing on their feet.

They're all getting the same dosage.

The missing ingredient must be Allan.

My God. You want it?

What? No complaint?

I've turned you into a f***ing junkie.

What else have I turned you into? Has this

stuff plugged you into Allan somehow?

Seven bottles of beer on the wall.

You didn't do it, did you, Ella? All that

stuff that Allan's been blaming on you?

I know that you've been getting

out of the house...

but you couldn't have committed murder.

I don't know. I just can't be sure.

You weren't trying to make

your hand move. It moved by itself.

Spinal surgery is risky business.

Without some proof, some more positive

sign, I can't recommend taking that risk.

- What kind of sign?

- A voluntary movement.

A movement you make deliberately -

even if it's only a finger or a toe.

Show me that you can do that

and I'll say, "Let's operate."

- Hello, Mother.

- Where have you been?

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