Raising Cain Page #2

- What does he not have to say?

- That bad?

No. Actually, he's one of the most

visionary men in his field.

He heads a child-development clinic

outside of Oslo.

In fact, we're taking Amy

over there next week.

Jenny never said anything to me

about Amy going to a clinic in Norway.

You know, it would be a great

opportunity for you and Sam.

Oh, I think Sam's a little young

for a trip to Norway.

Oh, I don't know about that.

A big boy like Sam?

But what's so visionary

about your dad's clinic, anyway?

Well, first of all, it's in a beautiful,

natural country setting.

Amy will be supervised

by a team of child psychologists

who record her progress hourly.

But the thing is,

you can't study child development

and think anyone is gonna

take it seriously

if you only have one subject.

It's just another case history.

So, what we're setting up is

a control group of gifted children.

We'll need at least five, none of them

older than three years old.

That's why I wanted to talk to you

about Sam...

Being one of your guinea pigs?

- Oh, Carter, you've got to be kidding.

- No.

Nobody's gonna let their kid

go to some snake pit in Norway

to be part of some

developmental study.

It's not a snake pit.

Do you think I'd let Amy

have anything to do with this

unless it was completely safe?

No! But I can't believe

that Jenny's going along with this.

- Let's just forget the whole subject.

- Well, don't get mad, Carter.

- Bless you.

- I'm not mad.

We're friends, remember?

And, as a friend, I'm telling you...

the whole idea is crazy.

I mean, how did you think

that any sane parent

would allow their kid to be

part of something like that?

Karen, do you realize

that no one really knows anything

about personality development?

Everything up to now

has been pure conjecture.

All we psychiatrists do is chase cows

after the barn door has been opened.

Here, for the first time,

we'll have an opportunity

to observe what happens,

when it happens,

and precisely monitor

the psychological consequences.

Well, not with my kid, you don't.

Oh!

- Sorry. You all right? Hang on.

- Oh, God! It's in my eyes!

I've got the wheel.

I'm so sorry.

- Karen... Are you all right?

- I've got something in my eye.

- Oh, it hurts.

- Oh, here. Let me have a look.

Look up. Now, look down.

It's just the tiniest bit of dirt.

- Oh, it hurts!

- Here, just keep your eyes closed.

I'll... I'll get you a...

I'll get a... a tissue.

Are the kids okay?

Don't move!

They're fine. They're fine.

They're fine.

So sorry. I'm so sorry.

What's that smell?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Kiss her.

- What?

You've got about five seconds

before those guys are in your face

and what do you think you look like,

killer? Go on, kiss her!

Ooh! Well done.

- When did you get out?

- Move over.

Isn't this pleasant?

We just gonna sit here all day?

- What are you doing here?

- I'm saving your ass, that's what.

I was just supposed to come along

as an observer.

Right now,

what I'm observing is very odd.

Twins brothers chatting

in the front seat of a car,

while the driver

is slumped over the wheel.

- What is wrong with this picture?

- I don't need you!

"I don't need you!"

Let's get out of here, Carter,

before we're seen...

because, believe me,

we'll be remembered.

You can drop me off at the next

corner. I could use a drink.

- Don't follow me anymore.

- "Don't follow me anymore."

- Stop that!

- "Stop that!"

Stop it!

All right, all right.

- Jesus.

- Oh, Carter...

You're a thankless dope.

I was only trying to help,

which, of course, I did.

This thing you're doing

means everything to the old man,

and you can't f*** it up.

- I'm not f***ing anything up.

- Oh, really? By the way,

what were you planning on doing

with the little missus here?

I'm gonna...

take her back to the park

and leave her there.

Very good. I see you've got this

all thought out.

"Take her back to the park

and leave her there." And then what?

And when the chloroform wears off,

she'll be fine.

And when you get home, the cops

will be sitting on your doorstep.

I won't hurt her!

You won't hurt her!

She'll hurt you!

Oh, my God.

What are we gonna do?

- I'll tell you what we're gonna do.

- What?

First, stop off at your place.

I need to get out of these clothes.

- And then you... need to get lost.

- And then what?

The cat's in the bag...

and the bag is in the river.

I've been up all night

with Mrs. Bellor.

The radiation seems to be working.

Honey, I'm gonna lie down for a bit

before I take her for her checkup.

Isn't she beautiful?

Oh, Dr. Nix.

Oh, how horny we are.

Ow! You're hurting me.

That's all right. I'll get her.

You just wait here.

Okay.

Mommy! Mommy!

Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy!

Shut up!

Stop that.

I was afraid of this.

I wanted him to do this himself.

I didn't want you to help him.

Gee, Daddy,

I was only trying to help out.

If I hadn't been there,

we'd all be f***ed.

Carter's an amateur.

He panicked.

Oh, stop it!

I know you, Cain.

Carter weakened, and you stepped in.

We all know your tough-guy act.

But we don't need

a loose cannon here.

Carter can finish this himself.

Let me tell you something, Doctor.

I know Carter wants to help,

but we're talking about stealing kids

here and experimenting on 'em.

You may need this "loose cannon".

You should never have gotten out.

You're nothing but a cheap hoodlum.

I am what you made me, Dad.

Oh, shut up

and finish your drink.

I already have.

Then, let me get you another.

You know...

you could get us all

put away for good.

There's no jail that can hold me.

I'm the escape artist, remember?

I learned it breaking out

of all those cages you locked me in.

They were not cages!

They were a specially designed

infant environment.

They were cages!

Hush, hush now.

You'll wake the child.

But, hey, I'm not one

to hold a grudge.

After all, where would I be

without you, Bamse?

You wouldn't exist.

That's right,

but I do exist, don't I?

I'm that f***ed-up experiment of yours

that just won't go away.

Hickory dickory dock.

Cain has picked his lock.

I'm out of here.

The cat's in the bag,

and the bag is going in the river.

So don't f*** with me, Dad!

You may lose more

than your license this time.

Have you talked to the others?

- About what?

- About what we are doing.

Are you kidding?

If Margo finds out...

- Hey, what did you put in this?

- Just something to relax you.

You f***ing...!

I want you to sleep now, Cain.

You've done a good job,

but we don't need you anymore.

I want you to relax and sleep.

Carter can handle everything now.

That doesn't make any sense.

Carter isn't making any sense.

I have this horrible feeling it has

something to do with his father.

Jenny, you're not just finding excuses

to start up with Jack again?

- Boy, he looks great.

- Yeah.

Definitely don't do what I wanna do.

Good luck.

Thanks.

- Dr. Nix.

- Oh, hi, Nan.

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