Scanners II: The New Order Page #2

Really?

He seems to think so.

What are you going to call him?

- Fred?

- Uh-uh.

Trooper... cos he made it. He survived.

So... when's dinner going to be ready?

As soon as I get some pesto sauce.

Thanks. Come again.

Bye.

- Want anything from downstairs?

- No, I'm OK.

And I need some milk and water.

Mm-hm.

Hang on, I need some milk.

- Sorry.

- What?

What kind of sicko would stick

strychnine in kids' milk?

- I hope they catch the bastard.

- Mm-hm.

Everybody freeze. Nobody move.

All you've got now!

Down! You, too, b*tch!

Hey!

- Quiet!

- You bastard!

You drop it or I'll decorate

the place with her brains.

- We're out of here, man. We're out of here.

- Let her go.

No!

- What kind of crazy...

- David!

You tell me.

A beautiful, beautiful scanner.

I want him.

Excuse me.

You can see her now,

but just for five minutes.

- She's had a concussion.

- Thanks.

David...

What happened?

It's all right. You're OK.

What about you?

I'm fine.

But in the store...

- What happened to that man?

- I don't know.

Yes, you do.

Ever since I was a little kid,

I've been able to do things.

What kind of things?

Sort of telepathic things, I guess.

I've never really understood it.

It's never been like this. I...

It's getting stronger.

I don't know what's happening to me.

I don't know if I can stop it.

Your time's up.

Hello, David.

My name is Commander Forrester.

I'm with the police.

What do you want?

You killed a man last night.

- I didn't touch him.

- I know you didn't.

That's what makes it so interesting,

don't you think?

Don't worry. You're not in trouble, David.

I came here as a friend, not to arrest you.

What happened last night is between us.

You see, I happen to understand

your problem.

And you may not know it,

but there are others like you.

You're not alone.

OK, we'll just focus this.

Good. Now, what we're doing

is measuring your PSI.

Your psychic energy waves.

Just keep still.

The migraines are more than headaches?

Your brain is like a radio receiver.

It picks up other people's PSI waves.

Their thoughts.

Their rage.

All those voices.

The sheer volume of the telepathic input

causes severe pressure.

However, a few, such as yourself,

are also senders.

You can project your thoughts

into the world.

Why? Why am I like this?

Probably because of your mother.

Back in the '50s and '60s, there was

an experimental drug called Ephemerol

prescribed to a sizeable group

of pregnant women.

It was supposed to ease discomfort.

Instead, it caused an unusual birth defect.

It created scanners.

Can I turn it off?

There is another drug, EPH-2.

It'll relieve the pressure.

Clear your mind, stop the headaches.

And it's very addictive.

The side effects can be devastating.

David, you don't want to take the drug,

under any circumstances.

But it's got so much stronger lately.

In the last month.

Probably because

you've never lived in a city before.

In the country, everything's quieter, simpler.

And the moral code is stronger.

The society is more stable.

We lose our sense of values here.

So my scanning ability

never had a chance to develop.

It was latent for the most part.

But subconsciously you knew how to use it.

Now, what we want to do here

is teach you to control your power,

so that you can use it

and protect yourself from overload.

I need to do that.

David, I'd like you to meet Peter Drak.

He's also a scanner.

So a new a lab rat?

He give you any of the magic potion yet?

Peter has had a particularly difficult time

dealing with his special talent.

- We're trying to help him.

- Yeah, they're lovely to me here.

Took me to Lewis's, bought me

some threads. Very snappy, huh?

Peter, you promised to cooperate.

Maybe if I had one more shot.

Sorry.

I need another shot.

You'll get one when we're finished.

Sorry, David.

"What pretty eyes you have," said the wolf.

Block his scan, David.

You can do it.

Excellent. Excellent.

Now, focus your scan.

Link up with his nervous system.

That's it. Gradually try to take control.

- I'm sorry...

- I'm gonna make you pay.

- Peter, Peter, that's enough.

- You ain't seen nothing yet.

You did very well, David.

I didn't mean to hurt him.

You protected yourself,

like you did at the store.

I killed that man.

It's terrible, I know. I've had to kill.

Just as you had to.

Now, listen, it was him or you.

Him or Alice, wasn't it?

I thought so.

If you have a power, a power like yours,

not to use it is the real crime.

Power obliges us, David.

Hey, get your ass over here!

One man over there

and a second man over by the door there.

And a third man out on the catwalk.

Even with all the security we've put on,

we haven't been able to find the milk killer.

Now, this kind of criminal

is very hard to catch, David.

I want you to help us.

Just walk around. Make eye contact.

And concentrate.

You.

- What do you want?

- Your name is Ralph Cheney.

- Who are you?

- You've been working here 13 years.

You feel you should

have been made the manager.

You don't think that's fair.

Get the hell out of here.

That's why you injected

those milk cartons with strychnine.

Oh, those poor children.

Stop!

- OK, I did it.

- Did what, Mr. Cheney?

Poisoned the milk, two containers.

- Oh! Oh!

- OK, enough, David, enough!

Take him away.

I don't get it.

I've been working with the police.

I'm the one who found him.

The milk murderer,

I'm the one who made him confess.

Are you serious?

Oh.

By using my powers, I scanned the guy.

Scanned?

I used telepathy

to read his mind, see his thoughts.

I have this power. I was born with it.

I'm a scanner.

Don't worry. It's good.

I'm relieved.

All my life I've felt

there was something wrong with me.

I had this secret problem.

I felt ashamed, like I was a freak.

Now this Captain uh... Forrester

has shown me it's not a problem.

It's a gift.

- It's amazing.

- No, you're amazing.

David...

Relax.

I want to try something.

God, what are you doing to me?

Time is up.

- Don't stop.

- Don't worry.

You're under arrest.

Get down on the floor.

Keep your hands where I can see them.

I've got a better idea.

I'll stay here. You stay there.

Now, open your mouth.

Put the gun under your tongue.

Good, Mitchie.

Now, pull the trigger-wigger.

I said pull it.

Good morning, David.

I'm sorry to disturb you, but I need you

to come with me right now.

I'll be waiting for you.

We're all awaiting

the arrival of Mayor Franzone,

who will be confirming the apparent suicide

of Chief of Police Mitchel Stokes

and announcing an acting chief

as his immediate successor.

Sources close to the Mayor have confirmed

that her choice is Vice Chief Norman Yancy.

That man Yancy, he's soft,

against everything we discussed.

- But how do I know?

- He's not a leader.

Under him, the city will get sicker,

probably die.

David, cities die sometimes.

Do you know that?

New York's already dead. Los Angeles...

- I need you now.

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