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Long ago?

And you lost your faith.

What--what happened, what--

What happened to

turn you into this--

lost, lonely woman?

- It's just a simple question.

- We're done.

Oh, so just

get up and walk away?

I didn't mean

anything by it.

Sometimes things get'

said, Dr. Maths-son,

and it's not always

pure hyperbole-

It's always

the same with girls

I'm terribly

sorry about this.

We expected her to

follow through--

Animals!

--and I hope

she'll come back

Meantime, thank

you to the panelists.

This is one

of the kinder ones.

- What the hell were you thinking?

- Tom.

Do you have any idea the

advantage he has over us now?

In one minute we've

gone back decades!

We gotta investigate Silver!

We gotta do it now!

Tom, I can see

you're angry--

You've been keeping me

away from him for weeks.

I'm not stupid, Margaret,

so stop pretending I am.

I know you're not.

He is not worth your--

Enough!

We gotta

investigate him,

and if you won't,

I'll do it on my own.

Look, I know they did

a job on you, okay?

I know it wasn't fair and

that stooge of Silver's

played dirty.

But she did it.

They took you by

surprise, I understand.

I don't know what I would

have done in your place

We look like idiots.

It's been over two years

since we received

a lousy private dollar

and the department funding

is so ridiculously low,

the only way they can make it

clearer they want rid of us

is with a marching band.

It has nothing to do

with the university,

it's Silver.

But Silver

wasn't even there!

Silver is

always there.

Don't you get it?

No, we gotta

investigate Silver!

And we

gotta do it now!

Tom, sit down.

Just sit down.

Please?

This is how

he does it.

He did it to me, and now

he's doing it to you.

- What does that even mean?

- It's not the first time.

He knows

what he's doing.

We're weak, Tom. We want to

be strong but we're not.

You're not

angry with me.

Every time I close my eyes,

I see my son that day.

I see David playing

over there on the floor.

He was so small.

He was sturdy.

And then he fell.

He just fell over.

I thought he was

playing, but he wasn't.

He was four

years old.

- Margaret, I'm really--

- Shh.

Everything's all right.

I write to him,

you know?

Because I know

he can't hear me.

"Dear David..."

Silver and I

were on a television show just

like the one yesterday...

and he was shouting.

I was shouting.

We were young.

And then he

started staring.

Not at me.

He was staring at

something beside me,

as if he could see

someone beside me,

you know, the

way the mediums do

when they say they

can see an angel or--

or a dead relative

next to you.

No. I wasn't surprised.

I was expecting theatrics,

so I was prepared.

"I see a boy

by your side.

"I see a blond boy.

"Do you know who that

might be, Margaret?

"Has a boy close

to you died?"

I didn't answer.

I couldn't speak.

I was so frightened.

And he kept going.

"This boy is asking

you to let him go.

"He says you

have to let him go.

"It's his time and you

won't let him go."

Now, did I

denounce him

as an unscrupulous fraud?

Did I tell him that my

son was still alive?

Did I say anything in front

of those millions of people

who were waiting

for my answer?

No. I didn't say a thing.

And you know the one

thing I can't forgive?

And I hate myself

for feeling this.

I hate myself from the moment

I wake up in the morning

to when I close

my eyes at night.

What I can't forgive is not

that he dared to use my son,

my sleeping, sick son.

What I can't forgive

is that for one second,

and it only

lasted a second,

I thought

it might be true.

He made me doubt!

And everyone

could see it.

He's dangerous, Tom.

Stay away from him.

What can

you really know?

What can you really trust?

What are your doubts?

What are your certainties?

What do you call truth?

When you look at the sky,

what do you see?

Shadows? Reflections?

Distant echoes?

You see the moon as it was

more than a second ago.

You see the sun as it was

shining eight minutes ago.

But what

do you really see?

Can you trust your eyes?

Can you trust--me?

We can go forward

with lies but--

we can never go back.

You are cured.

Go in peace.

I never felt proud

of being what I am.

I didn't choose it.

I didn't ask for anything.

Why was I chosen?

Who singled me out?

You're asking

yourselves the same questions.

Right now.

At this very instant.

I can hear you.

James Liddenbrock.

James Herbert Liddenbrock.

Stand up!

Margaret?

Margaret!

Margaret.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Come on.

Help!

Please!

Help!

What are you

doing, Margaret?

F***!

It's okay.

All right.

You gotta wait here.

As soon as we know anything,

I'll come find you.

- Does she have any relatives?

- Uh, well, a son, but--

- Can you let him know?

- Uh...

As soon as we know anything,

I'll come find you.

Hey.

Uh, they told me

you were here.

How's the doctor?

Is she all right?

I don't--uh,

I don't know.

They haven't

told me anything.

What happened to you?

You're hurt.

I wasn't with her.

I wasn't with her.

I was at the theater

with Silver.

She told me

not to go.

I said horrible things.

What's the point in keeping him

here like that after all this time?

Every science has its

corresponding pseudoscience.

Psychology has its flip

side, parapsychology.

Medicine has acupuncture

and homeopathy.

Astronomy has astrology.

I've had personalized birth

charts made for each of you

based on your

individual dates of birth.

If you could open

the envelope, please,

and study them carefully.

Hello?

Hello? This is

Tom Buckley.

Hello?

This is Tom Buckley.

Silver?

Okay, now you've

all had a chance to

study your charts

so we're going to grade

them from one through five,

one being a low level

of coincidence

five, being a maximum

of correlation.

How many ones?

Good.

Two?

Threes?

Good.

Four?

Good.

And five?

Good.

Okay. If you can

pass your chart

to the person behind you.

And if you guys

in the back--

What?

They're all the same.

Er--

We're just going to leave

it at that for today, so--

We'll pick it up tomorrow.

Thank you for coming.

F***!

This isn't my

first time inside, know that?

Leonardo.

Yes, Buckley, Leonardo.

Good memory.

You're butting

in already!

At 5:
00 a.m. they give you

a little carton of milk.

I don't eat breakfast.

I wait until lunch at eleven.

Elbow macaroni with hot

pepper, rice, frijoles...

Hardly ever meat.

Sometimes you get

a spicy hamburger.

They think

we're all Mexicans.

At five, you get

the same thing again.

And that's it

until the next day.

So at night I take out

my carton of milk.

Leonardo...

I've lost 15 pounds

in less than 4 weeks.

- Leonardo!

- Yes?

You told Silver

we'd be there,

didn't you?

You told him how

we shut you down.

Did the blind guy

spook us then, Buckley?

Did the blind guy see us

when we were up to no good?

When'd you talk to Silver?

Buckley, you've come

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